as my final act of love, I will never reach out to you again. I won’t text, call, or try to get your attention anymore. I won’t interrupt your peace or hope you’ll care the way I did. No more “how are you” messages, no more looking for excuses to stay connected. I’ll stay quiet, even on the days I miss you the most. Not because it’s easy, but because I finally understand it has to be this way. I can’t keep showing up where I’m not valued or appreciated. So this is me, really letting go. No last words, just distance. You won’t hear from me again, and maybe this silence is the kindest thing I can give us both.

how ironic that the person who gave me the most peace ended up being the reason for so many sleepless nights

how draining it is to pretend you've already gotten over something that still breaks you a little each night

it’s so sad how someone can go from being your favorite person to becoming a memory you avoid thinking about before falling asleep