In Case You Wondered
Journaling turned to poetry....therapeutic for me.
There are moments in healing when closure doesn’t come in conversation. It comes in clarity. This piece isn’t meant to reopen anything—but to close something gently and fully. If you’ve ever been part of a connection that felt intense but ultimately misaligned, I wrote this for you.
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In Case You Wondered
I don’t leave breadcrumbs.
Not because I don’t remember,
but because I’ve learned
to stop tracing paths
that always led back to maybe.
Years ago,
we crossed paths—briefly.
A few dates.
Then nothing.
And I remember thinking,
our energies didn’t match.
But still,
I romanticized it later.
Told myself maybe it just wasn’t our time.
Turns out,
it was never going to be.
You spoke of a future—
soft plans,
gentle maybes,
tangled in warmth that never quite rooted.
There was always a door halfway open,
a version of love
waiting on your indecision
to decide if I was the right season—
or just the right distraction.
And when the mirror turned,
when the weight of your own choices
started to feel heavy,
you handed it to me.
You said I was the reason
you stopped seeing your friends,
the reason you pulled away from family—
as if I held the pen to your silence,
as if my boundaries rewrote your story.
But I know better now.
People who need a villain
will always find one.
And still—
there were beautiful moments.
Laughter that felt like exhale.
Eyes that softened in the morning.
Little joys I don’t regret,
memories not forgotten,
but gently folded and put away.
Love?
Perhaps.
But not the kind that stands still with you.
Only the kind that drifts
before the foundation can dry.
It didn’t take years
to understand what was missing—
just a quiet moment
with my own intuition,
and the memory of all the pauses
you mistook for depth.
I don’t write to stay in anyone’s memory.
I write
because I’ve learned
to stay rooted in my own.
If this resonates
You don’t have to erase the beauty to acknowledge the ending.
Some stories don’t need a dramatic finale—they just need you to walk away softer, smarter, and stronger.
If you've been here too—romanticizing almost, being cast as the villain in someone else's version—I see you.
You’re not alone, and you’re not wrong for choosing clarity and self love above all else.
With love and unapologetic grace,
—Bridget