It’s late, and the silence in this room feels heavier than it did when you were still in it. I thought I’d be bracing myself for the impact of you leaving, waiting for that sharp, familiar sting of rejection. But instead, there’s just… this. A quiet acceptance.
I’m not angry, and I’m not even that sad. I’m just finished. So go ahead—move on, find someone who makes you forget why you ever stayed this long. Astrid S - Its Ok If You Forget Me
It’s okay if you forget me. I think I’ve already started forgetting us, too. It’s late, and the silence in this room
I’m sitting here realizing that the worst part isn’t that you’re gone; it’s that I’m okay with it. We spent so much time building a "forever" out of glass, always terrified of the first crack. Now that it’s shattered, I’m not even trying to pick up the pieces. I’m just letting them catch the light. A quiet acceptance
It feels strange to say, but I don’t need you to hold onto the memory of us to make it real. You don’t have to carry the weight of what we were if it’s too heavy for where you’re going. If my name starts to fade from your mind like an old song you can’t quite whistle anymore, let it.