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Alexa Daskalakis
Notes on what it means to be human—
written from the edge of time, memory and silence.
WHAT IT WAS
Where love meets limitation.
He wanted to be worthy of you —
but wasn’t.
He saw the depth you offered —
but froze.
He recognized the rare love —
but felt too small to hold it.
So what was it?
It was a man watching something extraordinary unfold in front of him —
and deciding to spectate instead of participate.
Because participating would’ve meant changing.
And he didn’t believe he could.
So he let you love him
while quietly preparing to lose you.
That’s what it was.
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