I used to believe
that every ending needed a reason.
At first,
I thought pain had to teach me,
that heartbreak was supposed to shape me,
and maybe,
if I changed enough,
they\u2019d come back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eventually though,
I realized not everything happens for a reason.
Sometimes,
things just happen.
People drift apart.
Words get lost.
And slowly,
hearts walk away,
without maps,
without warning,
and without apology.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nevertheless,
I kept searching for meaning.
I searched in memories,
in unread messages,
in silences louder than goodbyes.
For a while,
I called it growth.
But truthfully,
it was grief
wearing hope like a disguise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Meanwhile,
people kept saying,
\u201cTurn your pain into power.
Get successful.
Make them regret it.\u201d
At first,
those words gave me fuel.
But later,
I began to question,
what if healing
isn\u2019t about proving anything?
What if success
isn\u2019t meant to be
a message for someone
who stopped listening?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As time passed,
I saw joy return
to the lives of those who left.
Their smiles,
once familiar,
now had no space for me.
And yes,
that hurt.
Not because I wanted to go back,
but because it reminded me
they had moved on
while I was still holding on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Back then,
I thought my worth
was in being chosen.
Now, however,
I know it lives
in the letting go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even though it hurts,
it\u2019s not weakness
to walk away
from what no longer holds you.
Rather,
it\u2019s strength
to stop knocking
on doors that no longer open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I no longer need
to speak louder to be heard.
Nor do I need
to shine brighter just to be seen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Instead,
healing came quietly.
Not through revenge,
but through release.
It came
when I stopped trying
to win a war
that ended
long before I did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From that point on,
I rose for me.
I grew,
not to be admired,
but to feel whole.
Because now,
I understand
there is power
in not looking back.
Likewise,
there is peace
in soft endings.
And more importantly,
there is strength
in knowing
you can be whole
on your own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So no,
this isn\u2019t a love poem.
Rather,
it\u2019s a quiet release.
A final goodbye
to someone
who stopped reaching back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And in that silence,
I didn\u2019t find revenge.
Instead,
I found something better,
I found myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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