I’m letting you go, not because you meant nothing to me but because you meant a lot. I lost myself in what I felt, in what I saw in you and in what I thought we could maybe become.
The truth is, part of you became a fantasy in my mind. A version of you I created because you left before I ever really got the chance to fully know who you are.
I held on to moments, looks, closeness and hope. But something real can’t grow from silence, confusion and unanswered questions alone.
I’m letting you go because I need to come back to myself.
Because love shouldn’t leave me guessing. Because I deserve someone who doesn’t just allow closeness, but also stays, talks and meets me there. And because I don’t want to keep holding on to a version of you that only existed in my heart.
What was between us mattered to me. It was real to me. It wasn’t much. It was many small moments, but to me, it all felt huge. But in the end, you couldn’t give me what I needed.
So I’m letting you go. Not with anger. Not with bitterness. Just with honesty, self respect, and care for my own heart.
I’ll keep the good parts. I’ll let the pain fade with time. And I’ll stop waiting in places where I’m not truly being met.
Goodbye.
I’m finding my way back to myself now. (I'll try at least!)