The Last Letter: I Like You. Poem by Sharon Namwalizi

I like you.
It's something I never thought I'd hear myself say.
I denied myself for so long, thinking the feelings would fade.
But they didn't. And now, I know—I like you.
And you like me too.

I never thought that would hurt so much.
I find myself questioning time, blaming myself,
forgetting that God has a plan.
But even knowing that, it still stings.
I like you. And you do too.
That's the problem in this timeline.

The realization came slowly for me,
but I'm forced to move quickly—
no lingering, no second glances.
I like you.
These are not tears, just a quiet goodbye.

But before that, I need to say thank you.
For making the unbearable a little lighter.
For making the dullest moments shine.
For making me smile—just by smiling yourself.
I'd look at you and my mind would whisper, Wow.

Now, I have to look away.
Because looking at you makes me a stranger to reason.
Thank you for sharing your happiness and your pain.
Our conversations felt like a river, endlessly flowing,
pulling us deeper before we even realized.

I liked you. And you liked me.
I'm sorry—to both of us. It had to end this way.
I tell myself lies, ones I swore I'd never tell you:
'If we were meant to be, we'll meet again, healed and worthy.'
What a cruel way to say goodbye.

I liked you.
Something I pray you never reciprocated.

—And I lied.
The poems were about you.
Who else could they be about?
You were my muse.

But now, we have to let go.
This is my final letter, my final goodbye.
And still, I am grateful—so deeply grateful—
that our paths crossed at all.

Yours Sharonnamzi

~sharonnamzi
16/2/25: 22: 18