Sometimes I can't believe I wasted tears on people who eventually walked away. The only thing worth crying about was thy I didn't leave them earlier. I stayed far too long, tolerating things that broke me slowly without anyone noticing. Now when I look back, I'm shocked at the patience I thought was love. But with time, I finally realised their exit was the biggest blessing in disguise. Losing them was actually me gaining myself back, piece by piece, day by day. Peace entered my life the moment their chaos finally stepped out of it. I'm no longer ashamed of leaving; I'm ashamed I didn't do it sooner. And honestly, I'm more grateful than anything that they were the ones who left.