Earlier, I saw someone in the dark, and for a moment, my whole being told me it was you. I wonder—did you see me too? Whether it was you or not, that moment brought me clarity.
I made a promise to myself: to stop hoping for a chance encounter, even though I’ve spent so long praying for it. I’ve realized my heart couldn’t take it anymore; it’s true what they say—it happens when you least expect it. But in that moment, I understood something both sad and freeing. It felt like the end of the beginning. I realized I’m content, even without the conversation I once thought I needed. Maybe what I truly needed wasn’t closure through words but acceptance.
I know someday you’ll understand why this meant so much to me; it was a big part of my life. But now, I forgive you—and I forgive myself, too. I’m choosing to let go of the hurt because I deserve peace. I want peace, and I hope we both find it.
I cried and prayed for you—to grow, to heal, and to find freedom from whatever has been weighing you down. I know you’ve been carrying something heavy, and I truly wish you the best. God bless you and your family.
I loved you—and maybe a part of me always will. The short time and love we shared will always hold a special place in my heart. It was full of lessons, and despite the pain, I’m glad it happened with you. I’m ready to move forward. Thank you for what you gave me, even if it wasn’t what I expected.
