I didn’t stop loving you. I just stopped losing myself
in the spaces you couldn’t fill.
You were never mine to keep. You were a chapter I read slowly.
I did so with reverence, until the pages began to blur.
I carried your laughter like a lantern through dark places.
I learned that even light can cast shadows.
This happens if I never turn toward my own.
This love was never broken.
It simply outgrew its shape
like a tree shedding leaves
to survive the winter.
Now, I bloom
not in spite of you,
but because I finally understood
that love doesn’t always mean staying.
Sometimes, it means becoming
the person you were meant to be
when you were finally free to walk alone.
- Part I: The Grip
- Part II: The Fracture
- Part III: The Release
- Part IV: The Stillness
- Part VI: The Arrival
