My final act of love is letting you go. No calls, no texts, no checking your name. I promise you're free now, free from my need for communication, attention, effort, and hope that you'd change or care more. You can finally have the life you wanted without me.
Life fucking loves you. Things work out for you. Doors open for you. Money comes to you. Love finds you. People remember you. Opportunities want you. You keep getting lucky in ways that make you laugh because of course it worked out for you again.
Of course it did. It always does. It always has.