My final act of love is letting you go.

Letting go was the hardest, yet most loving thing I ever did. The day she walked away, a piece of my soul went with her. I watched her go, a bittersweet ache blooming in my chest, a dull throb that mirrored the hollowness spreading through my life. I knew, with a painful clarity, that her happiness lay beyond the confines of our carefully constructed friendship-a fragile facade masking a deeper, more intense connection that only I seemed to feel. This time, though, I chose myself. I chose the long, arduous journey of self-discovery, the winding road that led away from the wistful "what ifs" and towards the uncertain, yet ultimately promising, landscape of my own future.

As my final act of love-I'm letting you go so we can both escape the unspoken hurt. I pray for your happiness in every season, and I'll always be rooting for you. This isn't goodbye, but a necessary step towards healing.

-Taglish