[From the Diaries]
This is for your closure. Take it however you want. But real closure does not come from me. It comes from within. From accepting that something has ended.
There is honestly nothing more to say. I have said everything already. Whether you heard me or not is a different story. I repeated myself for months. I asked, calmly at first, then desperately, for things to improve. Every time, you got irritated. Defensive. Upset that I was even bringing it up.
At some point, I stopped asking.
And that is when I knew you were not my future.
You took me for granted because I always forgave you. You knew I would. But forgiveness without remorse turns into self-abandonment. And you rarely showed real regret. Just explanations. Justifications. Deflection.
The last few hours with you were unsettling. The emotional shifts. The blame. The rewriting of events. The way everything somehow circled back to being my fault.
It felt scripted. Predictable. Textbook.
And that is when something in me shut down for good.
I am not angry. I am not trying to hurt you with this. I am simply done.
Closure is not something I can hand you.
It is something you have to sit with.
She Was Sea 