I spent so much time hoping you'd come back.
Replaying old conversations.
Reading old messages. Holding on to
memories that stopped meaning
anything to you long ago.
The truth is...
You left long before you actually said goodbye.
Your effort disappeared. Your attention faded.
Your love slowly turned into distance.
And I kept blaming myself for it.
But love shouldn't feel like
begging someone to stay.
So today, I'm letting go.
Not because I stopped loving you.
But because I finally realized I deserve someone
who chooses me the way I chose you.
Some people are chapters.
Not the whole story.
And maybe that's okay.
Maybe losing you was never my tragedy.
Maybe it was my freedom,
The saddest part? Sometimes the person
you would fight for forever
wouldn't fight for you at all.