21/11/2025
Strangers..
I didn’t walk away because you were a terrible person, or because my love ran out.
I stayed quiet coz you made me feel like my presence didn’t matter — like your world would keep spinning just fine without me in it. And when love starts to feel one-sided, staying becomes a form of self-betrayal.
I could’ve stayed longer, tried harder, or silenced my own needs just to keep the peace. But being with you brought out parts of me I no longer recognized — the anxious, overthinking version of myself who constantly searched for reassurance that never came. I kept trying to understand your distance, but the more I tried, the further I drifted from myself.
Eventually, the things I used to hope for stopped feeling possible. The same conversations felt empty. The apologies lost their meaning. My silence started to speak louder than my words. And when I realized you couldn’t see what was breaking me, I stopped trying to explain it.
I didn’t leave in anger or with a fight — I simply faded out the way I had stayed: quietly.
You had your reasons, and I had my limits. I’m done begging to be understood while I’m unraveling. It’s draining to keep asking for what should come naturally, and it’s painful to admit that love shouldn’t feel this lonely.
📌 Now, I’ve made peace with it. I don’t regret you, but I accept that we couldn’t climb that hill together. Some stories just reach their ending without chaos or blame — just a quiet understanding that it’s time to let go.