Now that the stars have faded out and the quiet has settled in, I won’t remind you of our battles. I won’t list the ways we hurt each other. The time for that has passed. Instead, I’ll tell you goodnight, softly close the door, and let you know I loved you - once, and maybe still in some corner of my heart. But love changes, and so do we.
I’ve come to terms with what this is. I’m not your man anymore, and you’re not my forever.
We’re just two people who tried, who once believed in something beautiful, now standing at the edge of a chapter that’s closing. There’s no need for apologies, no space for blame. You know my flaws, and I’ve seen yours. It’s all laid bare now, and we’re left with the truth: sometimes love isn’t enough to hold the pieces together.
I’ll carry my part of this ending. I’ll pack away your letters and leave them on the shelf, just like the memories we built. I hope, wherever life takes you, you find what you need - peace, happiness, maybe even a kind of love that fills the cracks we couldn’t mend.
I wish I could say I didn’t feel the urge to stay, to hold you one last time and pretend everything was okay. But that’s not our story anymore. We’ve reached the part where letting go is the kindest thing we can do. It hurts like hell, but deep down, I know it’s the only way.
You’ll move on, and so will I. We’ll carry the lessons and the scars, and in those quiet moments when the world feels still, I hope you’ll remember the good. I’ll leave the light on, not for us to find our way back, but so you’ll never feel lost in the dark.
We weren’t perfect. We stumbled and hurt each other along the way. But for what it’s worth, I’m grateful for what we had, even if it couldn’t last.
So, here we are. I’m walking away not because I stopped caring, but because I care enough to give you what you desire. I hope you find what you were searching for - the story I couldn’t write for you. And maybe someday, I’ll understand why it had to be this way.
Until then, sleep easy. The weight isn’t ours to carry anymore.