18/09/2025
Your attitude pushed me away, so I chose to step back—not out of spite, not out of pride, but out of peace. Because when someone keeps showing you that your presence is optional, you start to remember your worth and stop fighting to stay where you're no longer valued.
We both know what happened. You didn’t need to say a single word—your silence, your distance, your cold responses… they said enough. I heard every unspoken sentence loud and clear. You lost interest. You stopped trying. And I kept giving while you kept pulling back, until eventually, the weight of your indifference broke the parts of me that used to believe we still had a chance.
So no, I won’t chase you. I won’t call or text to remind you of what we had. I won’t beg to be heard, seen, or loved. I’ve done enough of that. Maybe this—walking away without anger, without slamming the door—is the last way I know how to love you. Quietly. Respectfully. From a distance.
I hope you live well. I hope you grow. I hope one day you realize that people don’t always leave because they stopped loving you—sometimes they leave because they finally started loving themselves.
I will heal. Slowly. Silently. But I will.
And in that healing, I will reclaim every part of me that bent too much just to make you comfortable. Because I owe myself that. That dignity. That closure. That peace.
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