I see his messages.
I see him reaching out again.
I’m tempted to fall back again.
And I miss him.
Even though I know I shouldn’t.
But this time…
It wasn’t hope.
It was a reminder.
A reminder that I need to let him go.
We’re stuck in a limbo that never changes.
He doesn’t care, not really.
And I shouldn’t either… even if part of me still does.
These feelings for him still linger
Soft, stubborn, and cruel.
But this distance… this silence…
It’s not punishment.
It’s healing.
It’s how I free myself.
No contact isn’t easy
But it’s the only thing that will finally let me breathe again.
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 2:02 AM UTC
I see his messages.
I see him reaching out again.
I’m tempted to fall back again.
And I miss him.
Even though I know I shouldn’t.
But this time…
It wasn’t hope.
It was a reminder.
A reminder that I need to let him go.
We’re stuck in a limbo that never changes.
He doesn’t care, not really.
And I shouldn’t either… even if part of me still does.
These feelings for him still linger
Soft, stubborn, and cruel.
But this distance… this silence…
It’s not punishment.
It’s healing.
It’s how I free myself.
No contact isn’t easy
But it’s the only thing that will finally let me breathe again.
For AA.
Spanish translation:
Veo sus mensajes y veo que me busca otra vez. Me dan ganas de volver y lo extraño, aunque sé que no debería. Pero esta vez no fue esperanza, fue un recordatorio. Un recordatorio de que debo dejarlo ir. Estamos atrapados en un limbo que nunca cambia. A él no le importa, no de verdad, y a mí tampoco debería importarme, aunque una parte de mí sí. Estos sentimientos por él todavía siguen, suaves, tercos y crueles. Pero esta distancia y este silencio no son un castigo, son para sanar. Es la forma de liberarme. No tener contacto no es fácil, pero es lo único que me va a dejar respirar otra vez.
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