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Sometimes someone leaving
is not loss,
but air -
the first deep breath
after holding your lungs tight for too long.
It is silence that doesn't ache,
a room that finally feels like yours again,
a mirror that shows your face
without their shadows on it.
Sometimes goodbye
is not abandonment,
but freedom dressed in grief,
peace disguised as pain.
Because not everyone who walks away
is taking love with them -
some are taking the hurt,
and leaving you space
to heal.
And sometimes,
the bravest happiness
is letting someone go
so you can finally stay
with yourself.