The last time we crossed paths,
my heart was pounding; like a drumline reaching its final round.
Although I wasn’t hoping for a reunion,
still, the weight of the past made itself known.
Because even now,
memories have a way of echoing louder than the moment
There they were,
the same eyes that once read my silence
now seemed colder, more distant.
At first, I wasn’t sure if it was anger or exhaustion.
Maybe both.
Still, I stayed calm.
After all, I could feel the heat in their silence,
the kind that builds up
when trust is once given, then lost.
And honestly, I couldn’t blame them.
Yes, I had held on too tight to some things,
while letting others slip right through.
In the same way,
they had their missteps too.
So, we ended up trading turns
on the long road of regret.
Eventually, we met to handle something simple:
removing my number from a shared phone plan.
However, that moment felt far from simple.
In fact, it felt like a final goodbye dressed as a transaction.
Perhaps they thought I’d beg,
maybe even expected it.
By then, they might’ve practiced their “no”
in the mirror the night before.
But instead of pleading,
I just kept it steady.
Not once did I reach back
for something that was already gone.
No dramatic words.
No broken voice.
No rewinding of scenes
like some tired movie script.
Rather, I showed up
like I had already made peace.
Sure, part of me still felt the ache.
But more importantly,
another part of me knew
this was the closure we both needed.
And so, I let it be what it was,
an ending, not a rescue mission.
Now, someone else can step in.
Let them chase what I once carried.
Let them try to hold on
while everything slips like sand.
Meanwhile, I’ll keep walking.
Because sooner or later,
they’ll realize what we had was real,
but by then,
I’ll have already healed.
For me,
those chapters are closed.
I’ve turned too many pages
in books that were never meant to last.
No more squeezing myself
into someone else’s “maybe.”
Now, I know I’m not someone’s almost,
I am somebody’s absolutely.
Therefore, I walked away,
Not a single tear or even a text.
Just silence,
because that spoke loud enough.
And in the end,
the very last thing I’ll ever do,
is beg to stay
in a place
where I was already breaking.
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