🪷Mónika🪷♓♐

The Rain Took Nothing There Was Nothing Left to Take🍂 How can someone return to your life after already moving forward with their own and ask you to remain not as the person they once promised to love, but as a crutch for their loneliness, a refuge for their empty hours, a familiar light left burning whenever the rest of the world grows dark? They follow new roads, offer their time and their touch elsewhere, yet still expect your heart to remain exactly where they left it open, devoted, and waiting. They want you close enough to ease their loneliness, but never close enough to truly belong beside them. And somehow, they dare to call it friendship. Perhaps some people do not return because they love you. Perhaps they return because they cannot bear to lose the comfort of being loved by you. They do not return to choose you. They return to make certain that you are still choosing them. And no yesterday’s rain did not carry away what little remained. For them, nothing had remained for a very long time. The only thing still alive was inside the heart of the one who stayed, guarding as sacred what the other had already abandoned. The rain did not carry away the love. It washed away the illusion that the love was still shared. And when the truth was finally revealed, even the heart that had waited stopped waiting. There was nothing left to be carried away and no one left to keep the light burning for them.