A Letter I'll Never Send

It's your birthday today, A.
I won't wish you. I won't reach out. Not because I forgot, but because I've finally chosen myself.
I believed your words, waited for your actions, and kept hoping you'd become the man you said you were. Instead, you broke promises, played with my feelings, and left me carrying the weight of something you never fought for.
For a long time, I kept looking for reasons to hold on. Today, I'm choosing a reason to let go.
I was angry. I was heartbroken. I hated what you did to me. But I don't want to carry that hatred forever because it only keeps me tied to you.
So this is my final act of lovenot for you, but for myself.
I release the hope that you'll change. I release the version of you I fell in love with. And I release the part of me that kept waiting for an apology that may never come.
You no longer get my words, my energy, or my heart.
Happy birthday, A.
This is the last letter you'll ever receive from me, even if you never read it.
Goodbye.