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A., I’ve been thinking about us. Not the ending, but the small, quiet pieces that used to feel like everything.
Like how we used to walk for hours, our fingers always finding their way back to each other’s, like we were trying to memorize the way we fit. We talked about nothing and everything. Those silly little stories, made-up hypotheticals, weird dreams we never wrote down. They still float around sometimes. The way you used to brush my hand and nails with your thumb or pause mid-sentence just to look at me, like I was the sentence.
Those were real. Even if the rest unraveled.
And while your absence once felt like an ache, it’s now a space that’s been filled with peace, and someone who holds my hand without letting go later.
I don’t regret it. I learned from it.
You showed me what I don’t deserve, and in doing that, made space for someone who sees me clearly, deeply, and wholly. No games. No silence. No pretending.
Thank you for the memories, for the lesson, and most of all, for letting me go.
I didn’t lose. I just graduated.
And the view from here is so much better.
