For my last act of love, unless you 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 keep looking for reasons to reach out. 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 no longer care, but because I care enough to respect the distance you wanted.