the final act of love is forcing myself to never speak to you again. because every time i came back, i only left with more pain than before. i kept hoping things would finally change, but all we did was hurt each other in different ways. i got tired of carrying conversations, fixing problems alone, and pretending your distance didn't affect me. leaving you is hard, but staying was slowly draining every good part of me too. so even if i still think about you sometimes, i'll keep my distance this time. some people are meant to be loved from afar because getting too close only keeps reopening wounds that never fully healed at all