You don’t always have to tell your side of the story. time will tell it for you. You can’t lose what was never yours to begin with. “So what did you learn?” To walk away when my presence became optional. Doesn’t it get lonely? Yes. But god, it’s peaceful. There’s a quiet beauty in becoming a stranger to the thing that broke you. Independent enough to go alone. Always down to share the road. Some will hear a thousand of your words and still not understand you. Others will look at you once and know exactly what you’re carrying. The strangest freedom is when nobody knows what you’re doing, and honestly, neither do you. I overthink. I overlove. I overfeel. I’m the sea or I’m nothing. I understand you. But damn, I have feelings too. It’s strange how someone can look completely okay while quietly running out of strength. Some endings saved your life. Life is a lonely ride. What a weird year so far.