I didn’t know a departure could feel this soft
We said everything we were too scared to say before, not in a rush, not in a panic. Just slowly, like we finally allowed ourselves to stop pretending
For me, “I love you” didn’t feel like a confession
It felt like something that had been there the whole time,
just waiting for the right moment to be spoken out loud
and somehow, saying it didn’t break us
it made everything lighter.
We laughed after.
Can you imagine that? Laughing in the middle of something that was supposed to end us. Like our hearts didn’t get the memo that this was a breakup. Like we both knew something real was happening, even if we didn’t know what to do with it.
I looked at him and thought, how does something feel this right and still not stay?
He held me as if nothing had changed.
Like I was still his. Like we weren’t already letting each other go in the same breath. Just this quiet understanding that we had reached something honest, even if it didn’t come with a future.
We said it again. “I love you.”
again. and again.
followed by a thousand kisses, like we were trying to memorize it
like we needed to hear it one more time before the silence.
Later that night, as he stood up to leave the room full of people, he leaned in and whispered,
“I’m so happy.
I love you, Marsya.”
and I believed him.
I think that’s the hardest part. Not doubting any of it.
Not questioning whether it was real.
It was.
It is.
It still is.
I don’t know what this becomes.
I don’t know if it’s the end,
or just a pause we’ll never come back from
but I know this;
I was loved.
and for a moment, everything felt exactly the way it was supposed to be.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 4:55 AM UTC
I didn’t know a departure could feel this soft
We said everything we were too scared to say before, not in a rush, not in a panic. Just slowly, like we finally allowed ourselves to stop pretending
For me, “I love you” didn’t feel like a confession
It felt like something that had been there the whole time,
just waiting for the right moment to be spoken out loud
and somehow, saying it didn’t break us
it made everything lighter.
We laughed after.
Can you imagine that? Laughing in the middle of something that was supposed to end us. Like our hearts didn’t get the memo that this was a breakup. Like we both knew something real was happening, even if we didn’t know what to do with it.
I looked at him and thought, how does something feel this right and still not stay?
He held me as if nothing had changed.
Like I was still his. Like we weren’t already letting each other go in the same breath. Just this quiet understanding that we had reached something honest, even if it didn’t come with a future.
We said it again. “I love you.”
again. and again.
followed by a thousand kisses, like we were trying to memorize it
like we needed to hear it one more time before the silence.
Later that night, as he stood up to leave the room full of people, he leaned in and whispered,
“I’m so happy.
I love you, Marsya.”
and I believed him.
I think that’s the hardest part. Not doubting any of it.
Not questioning whether it was real.
It was.
It is.
It still is.
I don’t know what this becomes.
I don’t know if it’s the end,
or just a pause we’ll never come back from
but I know this;
I was loved.
and for a moment, everything felt exactly the way it was supposed to be.
