“worthy”

I’ve heard the stories—
the good and the broken parts of you.
Still, it was me who chose to stay.

There was never a promise of forever, no blessings from the world.
Just me, bracing myself to say yes.

Love makes room for mistakes.
I just hope I wasn’t one of them.

There was no retreat in me—
no second plan.
I followed you, even into the wrong.

If this is our story, let it be one where love was worth it.
Where even the fall was worth the weight.

I won’t wait for a better promise.
I’ll make my own.
Not for me—
but because it was you.

Let others decide whether it was devotion or delusion.
I have no need to explain.
I gave everything
because I loved.

Almost everyone told me to leave you during that period.
And when you found out, you simply said,
“No, you won’t. You can’t leave me.”

During those long, silent weeks of repeated arguments and unspoken distance, I played the same song on repeat.
And still, I chose to walk with you.

Back then, I had fallen in love with gas stations at night.
So we went looking for them— driving through quiet streets, taking pictures under the hum of artificial light.

Today, I returned to that place.
And I found out the “dinosaur” we used to see is no longer there.

Once, my entire vision was filled.
Now, I see all the things I had missed:
details, colors, small oddities that were always there, just hidden behind what I wanted to see.

So—
was it worth it?

I still ask myself.
But maybe,
I no longer need the answer.