Thank you, but, I am letting go…

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖…
But, I am letting go.

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖;
For the memories—
even the ones that hurt more than they healed.

We built something beautiful once,
but no fairytale survives
when one keeps waking up to the same heartache.

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖;
For showing me the sides of love I never imagined.
For revealing both gentleness and cruelty.
For letting me see that even the one who once made me feel safe
could become the reason I doubt my own worth.

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖;
For letting me go before I even asked.
For making it easy to walk away,
because staying meant losing more of myself
than I was ever willing to give.

You didn’t ask questions—
and perhaps that’s what hurt the most…
That silence became my answer.

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖;
For teaching me how to stand on my own.
Your support may have been constant—
but so was your absence.
And I mistook your distance for patience
when it was simply detachment.

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖;
For challenging me to grow.
But I’ve realized now,
I don’t need to become the best
just to be loved.
And if I do,
then it was never love—
only a standard I could never quite reach.

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖;
For being the steady ground beneath me
when I was high on hope—
but I no longer need grounding
from someone who never truly flew with me.
You were my earth—
but I’ve learned to find roots in myself now.

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖—
for everything.
But not again…

𝑺𝒐, 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒐;
Of every apology I once rehearsed.

But…
For breaking your heart?
I won’t apologize for saving mine.

For the tears you shed?
We both wept.
We both bled.
But I stopped blaming myself
for what was never just mine to carry.

I will no longer be sorry for loving you
when you couldn’t do the same.

I won’t say sorry for not being who you needed—
because I was everything I could be,
and still—it was never enough for us to last.

I found my heart void of that same love
I used to have for you…
Not because it wasn’t real—
but because I’ve outgrown
the version of me…
who waited,
who cried,
who begged in silence.

Now, I have learned to love myself
more than the idea of us.
And that is the only love
I choose to carry forward.

No more ifs.
No more buts.
Only peace.
Only goodbye.

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*image: bill ringer / unsplash