Some nights, I still wonder if you ever miss me not the me that left, but the version of me who loved you with everything she had. The one who stayed until staying started to hurt. I hope you remember her softly.

I’m not the same now. I’m healing. Loving myself more. Smiling without pretending. It took time, but I know now that walking away was part of becoming who I needed to be. God knew I wouldn’t grow in the shadows I kept forgiving.

Still… some part of me will always hold you like a memory that taught me how deep love can go, and how deep letting go can feel too.