maybe love wasnt her silence, the waiting, the ache the unread messages, the smile that was fake maybe love wasnt her fading away but the bro who stayed when i had nothing to say
he listened through stories id told more than twice of texts left on read and lukewarm advice he never once judged, just handed me light maybe that was love, steady and right
not the girl who vanished when the mood shifted fast but the bro who stood firm, who outlasted the past