“Goodbye, my dear. I love you, and thank you for being my favourite person in the entire world, whom I would love to spend my life with. Have a great day whenever you read this.”

"Goodbye, my dear," the words were sweet, A promise made in honest heat. "My favorite person, my whole world," As future chapters seemed unfurled. "To spend my life with," was the vow, But only echoes haunt me now. With "Have a great day" in your text, I waited for what happened next. But you had left, the door was sealed, And nothing that you said was real. A final, loving, gentle trap— A future on a broken map. The words hang there, a ghost of "us," A wasted breath, a broken trust. You left the hope, you kept the day, And simply walked the other way. No life together, no grand design, Just silent mornings, never thine.