Goodbye!
I never thought I would be able to say it and mean it. For so long, you lived inside me like a shadow that refused to fade, a memory that kept replaying even when I begged it to rest. I thought healing would mean forgetting, but it doesn’t. It means remembering without breaking.
You were once in everything — in every morning, in every silence, in every ache that felt too deep to name. I kept carrying you, even when I said I wouldn’t. I carried the way you laughed, the way you left, the way I loved you without measure. I carried it until it became too heavy to hold.
Now, I can finally breathe again. I wake up and the day feels new, not borrowed from the past. The world is no longer shaped by your absence. It is my own again. There’s a calmness in it, subtle and strangely kind.
So this is my goodbye. Not bitter, not regretful. Just a closing of what once burned too bright. You were a chapter, and I have read you enough times to know every line by heart.
I am letting you go, not because I stopped loving you, but because I finally learned how to love myself more than the memory of us!
🌹❤️🩹🌹
