Sometimes the hardest goodbyes don’t come with a single ending.
They happen quietly, over time.
Nothing dramatic at first.
Conversations feel a little different.
Laughter fades.Silence starts to take up more space.
And somehow, that silence hurts more than any argument ever did.
The confusing part is this:You still cared. You still believed it could work. Walking away wasn’t a lack of love. It was the moment you noticed that staying was slowly costing you yourself. Love isn’t meant to feel like you’re disappearing. If you ever chose peace instead of holding on to someone you loved,
that wasn’t failure.
It was you protecting the part of you that still wants to feel alive,to breathe freely,
to keep growing.
What part of your healing still feels heavy right now?
Just understanding.