I accept it now—
even if you never see me
the way I see you,
even if your heart never leans toward mine.
It\'s okay.
Because I\'ve reminded myself
of who I really am.
I am not pretty,
not perfect,
not the kind of woman
people look at twice.
I am not talented,
not brilliant,
not the kind who leaves
a mark that lingers.
I am just a person
who was given life,
a soul passing quietly,
a name among strangers.
Not special.
Not unforgettable.
And I know—
my insecurities are louder
than any kind words
I try to give myself.
I see flaws before beauty,
emptiness before worth.
I don\'t love myself.
Not yet.
Maybe not ever.
But still…
I can accept
that your heart is not mine,
that your love is not for me.
Because deep inside,
I already knew—
I was only a friend,
maybe only a stranger.
And that\'s okay.
I\'ll carry this truth
with quiet hands,
and let you go
with all the love
I was never able
to give myself.