My Last Message to You

The clock ticked louder than usual that evening. Or maybe it was just my heartbeat — loud, uneven, and heavy. I sat by the window, watching the sun drown into the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and red. It looked like the end of something… perhaps everything.

I opened my notebook, the same one I’d used to write to you countless times before. But this time, the page felt colder, the pen heavier, and my heart — unbearably hollow. This wasn’t just another letter. This was my last message to you.

I never imagined that love could leave behind such loud silence. You and I — we were a story once, written with passion, laughter, and shared dreams. I remember the way your eyes lit up when you talked about the future, about us. You made me believe in forever.

But forever, I learned, is sometimes shorter than expected.

Do you remember that rainy afternoon when we got stuck under that broken bus stop roof? We were drenched, shivering, and laughing. You held my hand to warm it, but it ended up warming my whole world. That day, time slowed down for me. I didn’t care about the rain, or the cold — just the way you looked at me like I was the only person that mattered.

Now, I sit here alone, hearing only echoes of your laughter. Every corner of my life has something that whispers your name. The coffee mug you loved, the playlist we made, the messages still saved in my phone — I couldn’t delete them. Not yet. Maybe never.

But something inside me knows it’s time.

Time to let go of what hurts.

Time to stop waiting for a text that won’t come.

Time to accept that you’ve moved on… even if my heart hasn’t.

I won’t ask why. I’ve asked that question a thousand times in my mind. Why did we fall apart? Was it distance? Was it time? Was it something I did? Or didn’t do?

Maybe the answer doesn't matter anymore.

Because love — real love — sometimes doesn’t end in flames. Sometimes, it just fades away slowly, like a candle burning out, leaving behind the faintest scent of what used to be.

So this is my last message to you — not because I hate you, but because I loved you too much to keep holding on to a ghost. You were a beautiful chapter of my life, but I can't live in pages that no longer turn.

I forgive you, for the silence.

I forgive myself, for expecting more.

I forgive us both, for not being able to keep what we thought was unbreakable.

I hope you’re happy. Truly. I hope you wake up to someone who makes your heart smile the way you once made mine. I hope they understand your silences, your dreams, your chaos.

And as for me — I’ll be okay. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But someday, I will.

Someday, I’ll wake up and your name won’t be the first thing on my mind.

Someday, I’ll hear our song and smile instead of breaking.

Someday, I’ll write a story about you without tears in my eyes.

But until that day comes, let this be the last time I write to you, for you, about you.

Goodbye doesn’t always mean the end. Sometimes, it means peace. Closure. Healing.

So this is me, choosing peace.

This is me, saying goodbye not because I stopped loving you — but because I finally started loving myself.

Farewell, my once upon a time.

Thank you… for the memories.