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One Day, I Stopped Waiting
For the longest time, I believed you'd come back.
Maybe tomorrow. Maybe next week.
Maybe after you realized what we had.
So I waited. I waited through the silence.
Through the unanswered messages.
Through the feeling of being forgotten.
But one day, something changed.
Not because you returned.
Because I finally understood that waiting
for someone who already left is another
way of leaving yourself behind.
You were once my favorite person.
The first thought in the morning.
The last thought at night.
Now you're just a memory I visit less and less.
And honestly?
That's how I know I'm healing.
I still care. I still remember.
But I no longer hope.
And sometimes, losing hope is the
beginning of finding peace.
