The disrespect at the end was so loud that it drowned out every soft moment we ever shared. It's strange how someone's actions in the final chapter can ruin an entire story. How the same hands that once held you gently can suddenly make your memories feel heavy. I used to look back and smile. Now I look back and feel nothing because when someone shows you what you meant to them in the end, the past stops shining. And maybe that's the saddest part. Not that it ended, but that the memories lost their meaning long before we did. Sometimes the way they leave tells you everything the love never did.