For my final act of love, unless you choose to reach out to me, I will stop trying. I won't bother you anymore. I won't send messages, I won't call, I won't ask anyone about you, and I won't look for reasons to stay. I don't want to force my presence where it's clearly no longer wanted. Your silence has already said what your words couldn't. It showed me that there's nothing left to fix or hold onto. So I'm choosing to stop too, not because I don't care anymore, but because I care enough to respect what you've shown me.