sometimes you keep replaying the past, wondering where exactly it went wrong, what version of you might've been "enough" to make them stay. Overthinking about some parallel universe where it all worked out, where they didn't leave, where promises actually meant permanence, where love didn't feel like something that quietly packed its bags in the middle of the night. Thinking about only if you would've tried more harder. And yes, maybe you indeed could've tried harder, maybe you could've held on tighter, maybe you could've loved in different ways... but love, listen to me, even if you do everything "right," people still leave when they decide to leave, it just happens. So love, now tell me, what are you really doing to yourself by living in rewind? Begging ghosts to return to bodies they've already forgotten? Negotiating with memories that no longer want to negotiate back? "But but they promised they'd stay", Yes... and then they didn't! And that contradiction alone is the closure you keep refusing to accept. Not every ending is a puzzle you must solve, some are just doors that closed no matter how hard you tried to keep them open and maybe I think the most heartbreaking part isn't that they left, but that you keep standing in the doorway expecting warmth from an empty house.