Anonymous Confession

Hi… I don’t even know if I still want you to hear this, but I think I just need to say it — not for you, but for me.

There was a time when you were my favorite part of every day. You made things lighter, brighter, and real. And even though what we had wasn’t perfect, it mattered to me. You mattered to me.

When everything ended so suddenly, it confused me more than it hurt. I didn’t hate you — I just didn’t understand. I kept asking myself what went wrong, what I did, or why you stopped trying. Maybe I’ll never really know the answer. Maybe that’s something I just have to accept.

I won’t lie — for a long time, I waited for you to come back, or at least explain. But I’ve learned that sometimes, the closure we’re waiting for never comes from the other person. Sometimes, it comes from within us — the moment we decide to stop reopening the wound just to see if it still hurts.

So today, I just want to thank you — not because of how it ended, but because of how it started. You were my first in many ways, and for that, I’ll always be grateful. I hope you’re doing fine, genuinely. I hope you find the peace and happiness you deserve — and I hope I do too.

I’m letting go now, not because I’ve stopped caring, but because I finally care enough about myself to move forward. You’ll always be a part of my story, but you don’t have to be the ending anymore.

Goodbye ^⁠_⁠^


— serendipity