We don’t need an ending
to honor what we were.
Some stories are not meant
to be folded shut —
just placed carefully
back on the shelf
of who we became.
I loved you then
because that was the only way
my heart knew how to speak.
I love my life now
because my heart has learned
a different language —
one built on stability, devotion,
and the present tense.
Thank you
for being a chapter
I didn’t skip,
for teaching me
how deeply I could feel.
But the page has turned.
Not from loss —
but from growth.
You remain
not as ache,
but as proof
that I have always
been capable
of loving well.
And for that,
I release you
with peace.
I carry forward
only what makes me whole.
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 10:12 PM UTC
We don’t need an ending
to honor what we were.
Some stories are not meant
to be folded shut —
just placed carefully
back on the shelf
of who we became.
I loved you then
because that was the only way
my heart knew how to speak.
I love my life now
because my heart has learned
a different language —
one built on stability, devotion,
and the present tense.
Thank you
for being a chapter
I didn’t skip,
for teaching me
how deeply I could feel.
But the page has turned.
Not from loss —
but from growth.
You remain
not as ache,
but as proof
that I have always
been capable
of loving well.
And for that,
I release you
with peace.
I carry forward
only what makes me whole.