The soft kind of letting go.
I haven’t said it out loud, but I think I’m done waiting.
It’s been weeks.
He hasn’t come back. Not really.
I still think about that last day.
How it felt like a slow fade.
No door slammed. No final word.
Just… silence.
And now he’s somewhere else.
With someone else.
Maybe laughing the way he did with me.
Maybe not even remembering me at all.
I didn’t expect closure.
But I didn’t expect to feel this invisible either.
Tonight, I won’t text him in my head.
I won’t play the playlist.
I’ll just write.
Fold this page, and tuck it between the others.
This is me letting go.
Softly. Quietly. Like he left.