My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways
Caused a good strong man like you to walk out my life
Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made.
Slowly learning to accept that sometimes beautiful things end, that sometimes the timing isn’t right, that sometimes the messiness of the life gets in way.
Apart from Allah, no one knows your efforts. No one knows how many nights you spend without sleeping because of pain. You have no idea how often someone die with every passing moment of life. You have no idea that your one small bad act can turn all your good deeds to dust.