a long overdue goodbye

There is a piece of me that still holds on, even when I know I shouldn’t.

There is a piece of me that still wonders, still ruminates. A piece of me that can’t quite accept that it was all one-sided, that everything I thought I saw existed only in my own head.

I don’t think I’ll ever get to know. I think that hurts more than outright rejection would have.

I promised myself about a month ago that I would stop bothering you, stop trying so hard. I’d stop reaching out first. I’d stop looking for reasons to keep the conversation alive.

I’d let things be what they are instead of what I hoped they might become.

I guess your silence is an answer, too.

For what it’s worth, I’m still really glad I got to be your friend. Even if it was brief. Even if it left me with more questions than answers

I think you were worth it all.

Take care of yourself.