It hurts because it mattered. It hurts because I saw potential. It hurts because I know what we could have been.. if we were both ready.
I wasn’t asking for perfection. I was asking for accountability. For depth. For the kind of love that can survive discomfort. I would have fought for us. But I cannot fight alone.
But I also know this: if you had stayed and continued avoiding the hard parts, I would have felt unsafe. Smaller. Anxious. Responsible for holding everything together. And I deserve a love that meets me in truth, not one that escapes when truth gets heavy.
So, I release you.. without anger, without regret and without ever turning back. Not because I didn’t love you. But because I love myself enough to choose clarity over confusion.
I can miss you and still know we were not aligned.
I can grieve you and still protect my future.
I can love deeply and still let go.
This is the end of the story I hoped for.
And the beginning of the love I actually deserve.
Goodbye to what we were.
Goodbye to what we almost became.
My final goodbye… I send you forward with peace, and I walk forward with strength.
Sincerely,
The woman you once promised to protect forever - who now protects herself.

