27/10/2025
My final act of love will be removing myself from your life so you can lust over random women without me standing in your way. I stayed even when my soul was exhausted, even when my intuition whispered that I was loving someone who was never truly mine. I silenced my own pain just to keep you at peace, trying to be enough for a person who was addicted to the temporary — the thrill of attention, the ego boost from strangers, the validation that never lasts.
You taught me that love isn’t always about holding on — sometimes it’s about knowing when to leave before you completely lose yourself. So I won’t fight for a place in a heart that treats loyalty like an option. I won’t compete with illusions, with fantasies, with your hunger for what is new instead of what is real.
Walking away is not weakness — it is finally choosing me. It is honoring the part of my heart that begged to be seen, valued, protected. If my absence is what it takes for you to finally realize the difference between attention and love, then let that be my final gift. Because I deserve to be loved — not replaced. Not compared. Not treated like a placeholder while you entertain your distractions. And this time, I choose peace over chaos, self-respect over hope, and healing over history.
