They asked for time and space; so here it is. I'm stepping back, I’m giving exactly what they requested. But let it be known: when this is all over, I won’t be the same version of myself anymore.

In the silence, I’ve come to realise that my presence didn’t mean much. They need to take a distance from me, and that truth cuts deep. Maybe it was never truly needed. It feels like I’ve become a burden, like all I bring into their life is pain. And yes, it hurts. Deeply. It feels like I’m the storm they’re trying to escape.

Now, I feel empty, plain, or numb, maybe? I’m not even sure how to process this anymore. There’s no anger, no bitterness, just a quiet ache that sits with me like a shadow. But one thing I do know; the love is slowly fading. 

Maybe this silence is my chance to rebuild - not for them, but for me. To find peace in my own presence. To become whole again without waiting for someone else to fill in the missing pieces. And to start leaving them for real. I've started to see that walking away isn’t always a weakness. Sometimes, letting go is what opens the door to becoming who you are without the noise of someone else’s silence.

So, I’ll let them remain in their silence and give them the space they asked for. If my presence was such a burden, then it’s best for me to walk away. I’m done waiting; for anyone, for anything. This is our final goodbye. There’s nothing more to hold onto.