A light that I wasn’t meant to hold.
Some endings don’t come with slammed doors or harsh words. Sometimes, they arrive quietly — in truth that’s hard to say, and harder to hear.
Today, I let go of someone I cared about deeply. Not because the love wasn’t real, but because it wasn’t mutual — not in the way that makes things last. And that’s okay.
I was loved enough to be told the truth. With gentleness, with clarity, with care. And for that, I’m grateful. Sometimes, love shows up not in forever, but in the way someone chooses to part with you — not with silence or avoidance, but with honesty and heart.
I loved sincerely. I gave what I could, not because I wanted anything in return, but because some people are just worth the effort. And though it wasn’t reciprocated the way I had hoped, I have no regrets. To love someone honestly is never a wasted act.
To the one I let go: I hope you find the kind of love that stays. The love that sees you, chooses you, and never forgets how to take care of you. You deserve that — the quiet, lasting kind of love that doesn’t leave.
As for me, I’ll heal. With peace in my heart and gratitude for the chance to love at all.