u/Arcanoria

I left you, and I knew it would be the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but also my final and greatest act of love for you.

I left you, and I knew it would be the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but also my final and greatest act of love for you.

Maybe one day you would finally understand that I wasn’t trying to argue with you , I just wanted to be understood.

Falling for you was the most unplanned thing in my life, and it turned out to be the best thing that has ever happened to me.

My longing for you had grown even stronger. I wanted to text you and ask how you are, but I still don’t want to disturb you.

Sometimes even saying just “how are you?” feels hard, because I’m afraid of being misunderstood or of bothering you. But I also can’t completely ignore what I feel inside.

I hope you’re well. I truly want you to be okay.
If you ever want to talk, I’m here.

My longing for you had grown even stronger. I wanted to text you and ask how you are, but I still don’t want to disturb you.

Sometimes even saying just “how are you?” feels hard, because I’m afraid of being misunderstood or of bothering you. But I also can’t completely ignore what I feel inside.

I hope you’re well. I truly want you to be okay.
If you ever want to talk, I’m here.

The worst part, you know what it is?

You’re still the first place my mind goes when my chest feels heavy.

Every video, every photo reminds me of you. You appear in my dreams, and there I always see you smiling like a child. Even the thought of someone else touching you makes me uncomfortable.

Sometimes I try to forget you, but even the smallest thing brings you back to my mind. A song, a sentence… It feels like my mind is still filled with traces of you.

I hope everything in your life is going well. I truly hope you are happy and at peace. Please take care of yourself, because despite everything, I still care about your well-being.

Every video, every photo reminds me of you. You appear in my dreams, and there I always see you smiling like a child. Even the thought of someone else touching you makes me uncomfortable.

Sometimes I try to forget you, but even the smallest thing brings you back to my mind. A song, a sentence… It feels like my mind is still filled with traces of you.

I hope everything in your life is going well. I truly hope you are happy and at peace. Please take care of yourself, because despite everything, I still care about your well-being.

Leaving you was really hard for me, but in the end, I managed to do it. I still can’t bring myself to delete our chats or your pictures. Sometimes I go back and read our conversations again, and whenever I see something that reminds me of you, I just hope you’re doing well wherever you are. And thank you for not calling or reaching out I would’ve answered anyway.

I’m not calling, not asking about you anymore. May your peace last forever, and may your happiness always remain.

I don’t know where you are, what you’re doing, or whose voice fills your silence now…

but I miss you in the quietest, most painful way possible.

The kind of missing that lingers in every late-night thought,

in every song, every empty moment, every breath.

And little by little, this longing is turning me into ruins from the inside.

I just miss you more than I can explain, and even if we don’t talk anymore, I wanted you to know that you still mean a lot to me.

I just miss you more than I can explain, and even if we don’t talk anymore, I wanted you to know that you still mean a lot to me.

Despite all the trauma, heartbreak, and silent pain you went through in the past, you still managed to stay standing. Maybe you were hurt deeply, maybe you cried a lot, but you never gave up. Now you are stronger than before, and none of the things you went through were ever your fault. Never forget that.

There will always be a sadness inside me for not being able to be there for you. I wish I could have made you feel less alone during your hardest times. Maybe I will never see your face again or hear your voice again… but you became one of the most special people who ever left a mark on my life.

Wherever you are, knowing that you are happy will make me happy too. I hope one day you find someone who truly understands you, never hurts your heart, and gives you the love you deserve.

Take care of yourself, my yellow flower. I hope life treats you more gently from now on.

I don’t know where you are, what you’re doing, or whose voice fills your silence now…

but I miss you in the quietest, most painful way possible.

The kind of missing that lingers in every late-night thought,

in every song, every empty moment, every breath.

And little by little, this longing is turning me into ruins from the inside.

Would your hatred still remain the same?

Would you really never miss me at all?

Would knowing that I regret it still make no difference to you?

If I told you my mind stayed with you all day and I couldn’t focus on anything, would you still not believe me?

Do you think none of this would affect you at all?

Did everything I went through inside me mean nothing to you?

If today were really my last day…

Would you still feel the same despite everything?

I’m holding myself back from messaging you. I know it would only make you more upset. I accept all my mistakes.

It seems that my presence has truly turned into something you hate. I love you, but I genuinely accept that I’m the one who hurt you. So if I leave your life now, would you finally be happy?

I’m holding myself back from messaging you. I know it would only make you more upset. I accept all my mistakes.

It seems that my presence has truly turned into something you hate. I love you, but I genuinely accept that I’m the one who hurt you. So if I leave your life now, would you finally be happy?

It seems like my presence is bothering you and that you hate me. I guess it’s time for me to fade away. I don’t understand how I still manage to hurt you even though I love you so much. I can’t focus on anything because I keep thinking about you. I told you about the smallest details of your face and how unique your voice is to me. I can’t forget how happy she looked in that moment. I don’t think I could make the same observations or put in the same effort to understand someone else like I did for her. As a quiet person, I analyzed so many details about her down to the smallest point. I don’t think I could ever do that for someone else again.

I gave her so many explanations, but none of them seem meaningful to her anymore. I’m sorry for disturbing her peace, for continuing to bother her even after she told me not to. I’m sorry for not being able to meet her expectations, for not being the person she wanted me to be. I apologize for everything that happened.