wanting intimacy but refusing to participate in hookup culture because i'm only sexually attracted when i'm emotionally attached to someone is it’s own hell
my final act of love won't be a hundred missed calls or endless messages. It will be the silence you always seemed to want.
i won't beg for your time, your replies, or your effort anymore. I'll quietly step back and let you feel the space where my love once lived.
That silence isn't anger, it's me finally choosing my peace over proving my worth.
And if you ever notice my absence, know that it wasn't easy. I stayed longer than ! should have. But loving you was never meant to cost me myselt, so I chose to let go, quietly.