My Last Goodbye

My Last Goodbye

My love,

I never thought I’d be writing this. Even as my fingers tremble and my heart breaks, some part of me still hopes you’ll walk through that door and tell me none of this is real. That we’re okay. That we still have a chance. But I know we don’t. I know what I feel is real, and I know you feel it too — that cold space that grew between us while we pretended we didn’t notice. This is my last goodbye… and it hurts more than I can explain.

I have loved you in ways I didn’t even know I was capable of. You were the first person I trusted with the deepest parts of me — the broken ones, the dark ones, the scared ones. And you loved me, at least for a time. I saw it in your eyes, in the way you touched me like I was made of something sacred, in the way your voice softened when you whispered my name. You were home. You were my beginning, and I thought — God, I truly believed — you’d be my forever.

But love, no matter how pure, cannot survive in silence. And lately, all we've done is say nothing. Sleep next to each other, but feel miles apart. Laugh, but not at the same time. Touch, but feel nothing underneath. We used to breathe each other in like air. Now we exhale, just waiting for it to end.

I don’t blame you. I don't blame myself either. That’s the part that makes it worse — this is no one's fault, and yet everything is broken. We tried. We truly did. But trying isn’t always enough when love starts to fade and pain grows louder than affection. I look at you, and it still hurts how beautiful you are to me. Even in the distance. Even in this goodbye.

Do you remember the night you held me while I cried and promised you’d never be the one to hurt me? I believed you. I still do. You didn’t hurt me on purpose. Life did. Time did. Circumstance did. But now, staying is what’s hurting us more than leaving.

I can’t keep loving someone who isn’t really here anymore. And you can’t keep pretending you feel something you’ve already lost. I won’t be angry with you for that. I only wish it didn’t have to end like this — with two hearts still beating but no longer in sync.

I will always carry you in me — in the quiet spaces of my mind, in the echoes of our laughter, in the ghost of your touch. I’ll think of you when the sky turns that color we used to chase. I’ll think of you when my favorite song plays. I’ll think of you in the mornings when I wake up and instinctively reach for someone who’s no longer there.

But I won’t wait anymore.

I love you enough to let you go. I love you enough to walk away with my heart in pieces so you can find the one who makes you whole again. Maybe that person wasn’t me. Maybe I was just the chapter before your happy ending. But God, I wanted to be the whole book.

If you ever think of me, I hope it’s with warmth. I hope you remember that I loved you deeply, honestly, fiercely — until the very end.

Goodbye, my love.

My heart will always have a place with your name on it.

Even if you’ll never come back to claim it.

— Me