I know you\u2019re hurting,
waiting on a love that\u2019s gone quiet,
chasing echoes that no longer answer,
and it feels like you\u2019re drowning
in the silence they\u2019ve left behind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You\u2019ve tried, haven\u2019t you?
You\u2019ve called,
sent texts that never got a reply,
apologized for things
you\u2019re not even sure you did.
You\u2019ve asked, \u201cIs there something wrong?\u201d
But all you got back
was a cold, \u201cNo, there\u2019s nothing.\u201d
And yet, everything feels wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I know you\u2019re confused,
wondering if you should hold on,
if they\u2019ll come back
to the way things were,
or if this is how it ends
slowly, with no goodbye,
just fading out of your life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But listen,
you deserve more than this uncertainty,
more than being left in the dark,
waiting for answers that may never come.
You\u2019ve done your part,
reached out, showed love,
and still, nothing\u2019s changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s not your fault,
sometimes people change,
and sometimes they don\u2019t know how to tell you
that they\u2019ve moved on.
But you can\u2019t keep waiting
in this in-between,
clinging to hope
that they might turn around,
because what if they don\u2019t?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ask yourself
are you holding on out of love
or out of fear?
Fear of being alone,
fear of the unknown,
fear that moving on
means giving up.
But giving up on someone
who\u2019s already given up on you
isn\u2019t weakness
it\u2019s choosing yourself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You deserve someone who shows up,
who calls back,
who answers your texts
with more than silence.
You deserve someone
who makes time,
who doesn\u2019t leave you wondering
what you mean to them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s okay to let go,
even if you don\u2019t have all the answers,
even if it feels like
you\u2019re leaving a piece of yourself behind.
Letting go doesn\u2019t mean
you didn\u2019t love them,
it just means
you\u2019re loving yourself enough
to walk away
from what\u2019s hurting you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Healing takes time,
and there will be days
where the ache is too much,
where the memories come back
and make you question everything.
But little by little,
you\u2019ll find yourself again
the parts of you that got lost
in waiting for someone
who stopped waiting for you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s not easy, I know.
But one day,
you\u2019ll look back and realize
letting go was the strongest thing you did,
because in the end,
you chose you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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