Eu percebi que ninguém, nem mesmo minha mãe ou amigos mais próximos, sabe como eu sou de verdade dentro da minha cabeça, e a única pessoa que realmente sabe quem eu sou sou eu
as my final act of love, I will never reach out to you again. I won’t text, call, or try to get your attention anymore.
I won’t interrupt your peace or hope you’ll care the way I did. No more “how are you” messages, no more looking for excuses to stay connected.
I’ll stay quiet, even on the days I miss you the most. Not because it’s easy, but because I finally understand it has to be this way.
I can’t keep showing up where I’m not valued or appreciated. So this is me, really letting go.
No last words, just distance. You won’t hear from me again, and maybe this silence is the kindest thing I can give us both.
when you realize that you're nobody's favorite person, nobody's first choice, everyone around you has someone they would prioritize over you and you're just alone