Dear Art,
It’s been so many years since 2016. And yet, here I am, still carrying the weight of your name in the quietest corners of my heart.
I’ve tried to move on. I really did.
But somehow, I kept a space for you—hoping you’d come back, hoping things would still mean something. But I realized… that space has become a prison. Not because of you, but because I stayed in it far too long.
Art, I loved you. And maybe I still do in a way that will never make sense to anyone but me.
But I can’t keep holding onto something that isn’t holding me back—but holding me down.
I forgive you—for what you said, for what you didn’t say, for leaving, for not choosing me, or even just for being someone I couldn’t keep.
And more importantly…
I forgive myself—for loving you too long, for waiting when I shouldn’t have, for replaying memories that no longer serve me.
Today, I am choosing myself.
I’m letting go of the story I built around you.
Because I’m not that girl from 2016 anymore.
I’m Sarielle now. Stronger. Wiser. Still soft, but no longer stuck.
Goodbye, Love
Thank you for being part of my becoming.
But this is where I set myself free.
With Love,
Sarielle