As It Comes….I Will Remain … Schanntel

As these words course through me, driven by something deep inside I reflect on the life we built—the sacrifices we made.

The homeless nights. Sleeping on floors. In hotels. In the car. And still, through it all, I believed that as long as we had each other, we could survive anything. Every storm we faced, we conquered—together.

We climbed to the top of the mountain. Money flowing, love thriving, living life in luxury. And even when it all came crashing down, we still had each other. Because none of that—the money, the things—couldn’t compare to the love we gave one another.

The love we made.
The laughs we shared.
The secrets we held

We’re still battling some of those tribulations today. But tell me, Mister…
Where did we fall off?

Was it in the silence that grew between us?
The unspoken pain? The empty stares?
Was it when you stopped seeing me—not as your woman, not as your partner, but as someone just… there?
Was it when love became routine, and routine became resentment?

Because I still remember holding your hand like it was the last lifeline I had.
Still remember believing in us, even when everything else was falling apart.
I gave you my soul, my strength, my loyalty.

And you gave me memories I can’t forget… even when I want to.

Now, I sit with all this weight.
The love we had. The life we survived. The future we dreamed.
It didn’t just disappear—
It faded.

Slowly. Quietly.
Until one day, it was just me… wondering when we stopped fighting for each other
and started surviving without each other.

So tell me, Mister—
Where did we fall off? And why didn’t you try to catch us?

But I’ve cried the tears. Sat with the pain. Replayed it all a thousand times.
And now… I’m done holding on to something that keeps letting me go.

I forgive you—for what you did, for what you didn’t.
And I forgive myself—for staying too long in a love that stopped holding me.

I’m still healing,
but I’m no longer waiting.
I may have fallen,
but I’m learning to stand—on my own this time.

And that…
That’s where I begin again.