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10. 28.24

Tonight, under the quiet glow of the stars, I tell myself this will be the last time I revisit the past we once shared.

I’m closing that chapter—not with bitterness, but with a quiet, determined peace.

It’s strange how, after everything, forgiveness feels more like an act of freedom than anything else.

I’ve chosen to let it all go—the pain, the regrets, the endless cycle of questions with an answers.

I’ve forgiven him, not because he asked for it, but because my heart is tired of carrying burdens it no longer deserves to hold. 

I always clung to every moment we had, as if replaying them would somehow change the ending.

I would lie awake at night, haunted by memories of what could have been, my heart bruised by the weight of unspoken words and broken promises.

The pain was a familiar ache, one I almost grew comfortable with. But not tonight.

Tonight, I release it.

I used to think healing would come with forgetting, but I was wrong. Healing means remembering—remembering without bitterness.

And so, I carry those moments with me, not as baggage, but as treasures buried deep in my heart.

Every shared laugh, every silent tear, every conversation that stretched into the early hours of the morning—all of it is now part of the person I am becoming.

They are threads in the tapestry of my life, stitched with lessons I could have only learned by walking through that season with him.

If you happen to read this, Chan, I want you to know that I am grateful for all the lessons you’ve taught me along the way.

Thank you for every moment—both the ones that made me smile and the ones that made me cry.

Thank you for the love, however imperfect it may have been, and thank you again for the lessons, especially the painful ones.

You were a teacher I never expected, and your presence in my life has left a mark that time cannot erase.

I wish you happiness, truly.

I hope you find what you’re looking for and build a life that fills your heart with joy.

I hope you discover the kind of peace that isn’t tied to anyone else but is rooted deep within yourself.

Even though our paths have diverged, I want nothing but the best for you.

Love, after all, isn’t about possession—it’s about release.

It’s about wanting someone to be happy, even if that happiness isn’t found with you.

As for me, I am ready to step into the next chapter of my life.

I want to heal the parts of myself that still hurt, to enjoy the little things again—the warmth of the sun on my skin, the laughter of friends, the quiet comfort of being at peace with myself.

No longer will I carry the weight of the past. It’s time to walk forward, lighter, freer, and with a heart that is open to whatever lies ahead.

This is my farewell, Chan, typing with a steady hand and a heart that no longer trembles.

There are no hard feelings—only gratitude.

Thank you for the memories.

Thank you for the lessons.

And thank you, most of all, for setting me free.

Let’s be happy—because if there’s one thing we both deserve, it’s that.