the girl made of glass

the words i can't say - from her point of view

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I wanted to stay.

I wanted to believe that one more day, one more try, one more “I love you” whispered through trembling lips would make you remember who I was.

But love can only bleed for so long before it runs dry.

You never saw the way I held my breath when you looked at me like I was a burden.

You never noticed the way I stayed silent, afraid that one wrong word would light another fire in your anger.

And every time you said, *“You’re fine,”* I died a little more inside.

I wasn’t fine.

I was breaking.

And I prayed you would notice before I shattered completely.

At night, I’d lie beside you, staring at the ceiling, whispering to God to fix what I couldn’t.

I didn’t ask Him to change you — I asked Him to save *us.*

Because I remembered the boy who once held me like I was light itself.

The boy who promised he’d never let the world harden him.

But you did.

And I tried to love you through it.

You thought my silence was peace.

It wasn’t.

It was surrender.

The kind that happens when your soul is too tired to keep proving it’s worthy of love.

When you hit me that last time, I didn’t feel the pain right away.

I felt the final piece of me let go.

Not just of you — but of every hope that someday you’d remember the woman who loved you more than herself.

When I fell to the floor, the world didn’t go dark right away.

It slowed down.

I saw the life we were supposed to have — the home filled with laughter, the children we dreamed of, the peace we never found.

And I forgave you right there, before I closed my eyes.

Not because you deserved it.

But because I couldn’t carry that hate into heaven with me.

Now I see everything from above — you sitting in that old chair, staring at my picture like it’s the only proof I existed.

You whisper my name now, the way I used to whisper prayers for you.

I see your tears, your trembling hands, your guilt.

And I wish I could tell you one thing:

I never wanted to leave this way.

I just wanted you to *see me.*

If you ever wonder what I would say now, it’s this —

Don’t waste your life drowning in the same pain that killed us.

Turn it into something good.

Be kind.

Be gentle.

And when you love again, love like you finally understand what it means to *see someone completely.*

I’m still here — not as a ghost, but as a lesson written in your heart.

When you feel the warmth of the sun on your face, that’s me.

When you hear the wind whisper your name, that’s me too.

I didn’t disappear.

I just became what I always wanted to be —

The love you can never lose again.