I did feel silly, blocking someone who wasn’t even trying to contact me.
It’s just I had to decide. I couldn’t wait around. Also, hours of silence had told me so much. And I couldn’t have a conversation because I knew it would only break me down. To be strong, I had to do it so cowardly.
There was indeed nothing more to say. There was no need for closure when I’d gotten it in every moment of silence, neglect, and anger. I had more than enough to go on without ever wondering, “What if?
I gave it my all, but it just wasn’t enough. I bared my soul and home to him, and he just walked all over it. This is it. This is me being done. Being done with a person who simply couldn’t love me right despite my efforts in trying to persuade him.
She Was Sea 