The Things I Would Have Fought For
If it was meant to be, it would have happened—people love to say that, as if fate works alone, as if it doesn’t sometimes wait for hands brave enough to reach for it. I’ve learned that destiny isn’t rigid; it bends. There are endless paths, countless moments where one choice could have rewritten everything. And what haunts me most is not the ending, but the effort I never got to give.
Because I would have tried. I would have tried in ways that exhausted the word itself. I would have stitched fate together with my own hands, pulled at the red string until it held, even if it cut into my skin. I would have stood against every obstacle, every doubt, every warning, and still chosen you. I would have fought until there was nothing left in me but the proof that I had loved without reservation.
What hurts is not that it didn’t work. What hurts is wondering if I was so easy to release. If I was something you could walk away from without resistance, without fear, without one last attempt. I ask myself, quietly and often—was I truly that replaceable? Or was I simply not worth the fight?
~Taha
