It's not that I didn't know when to walk away I did. But I stayed, because a part of me needed to be sure. Because some small, stubborn part of my heart still believed that if I just loved harder, tried more, held on tighter. maybe it would be enough. I needed to know I had given everything and I did. But all I received in return were half-hearted efforts, broken promises, and love that never matched mine. Eventually, I had to face the truth no matter how deeply I loved, I couldn't make someone meet me there. So I let go. Not because I stopped loving him. but because I finally started loving myself. And that was the moment everything changed when I realized peace feels a lot like letting go.