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-My kind of ending.

In stories about love and friendship, the endings are often predictable—either the characters reconcile or part ways forever.

I chose to write my own ending.

After all this time, I realize I don't care about you or want you back.

It's strange to think how you once filled my thoughts; now, I can hardly remember the last time you crossed my mind.

When the truth was inevitably revealed, it all made sense.

I recognized that my hurt was inevitable, given how anyone close to them seemed to end up betrayed.

But I'm grateful I walked away.

I've made peace with all of these people, and I'm on good terms with some.

This time, I wanted a different outcome.

I now understand that forgiveness doesn't mean we have to be friends again, and prioritizing my own well-being isn't selfish.

I once thought I was the problem, but I see now that they played their roles in my story.

I'm ready to embrace my future without them, feeling lighter and more at peace.

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