This is the song for a love that never arrived — and the quiet refusal to stop hoping for it. I've given my softest parts to hands that never stayed, walked through doors where no one looked up, and still I'm here, still Read more
This is the song for a love that never arrived — and the quiet refusal to stop hoping for it. I've given my softest parts to hands that never stayed, walked through doors where no one looked up, and still I'm here, still learning what I'm worth. It's the ache of waiting for someone who will stay — real hands, real care — without letting that ache turn me bitter. The Man I Never Had leaves the porch light on. Love may come late, but I'm not giving up today.