I cared for you more than I meant to.
You reminded me of a younger version of myself — loving fully, recklessly, honestly.
You woke something in me that had been quiet for too long, and for that, I don’t hate you.
But I also can’t keep carrying this anymore.
I see now that what I felt wasn’t just about you — it was about what I’d lost in myself, what I longed for, and what I was aching to feel again.
You were a mirror. A reminder. But you are not my future.
I release you now.
Not because what we shared was meaningless — but because I deserve to be whole again.
I hope you find peace in your life.
I will find peace in mine.
And this is my final goodbye — not to you, but to the story that no longer belongs to me.
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