just maybe one day you'll realize that my love for you was real and that all i ever wanted was to make you happy. maybe one day you'll realize that my love for you was real— that it wasn't something temporary or convenient, but something deep, steady, and sincere. everything i ever did for you came from a place of genuine care. i didn't love you halfway or with hesitation; i loved you with intention, with patience, and with a quiet hope that you felt it in all the little things i did. all j ever wanted was to see you happy, even if it meant putting your needs before my own more times than i should have. and maybe that realization will come long after i've learned to let go, after i've stopped looking back and wondering what more I could have done. i hope when it does, you understand that my love was never something you had to question—it was always there, constant and true. i didn't need anything grand in return, just the reassurance that it mattered to you too. but even if you never fully see it, i'll carry the truth with me: that i loved you honestly, and that kind of love, even when unreturned, is never wasted