After days of silence, he finally responded.
Maybe it was my last message that reached something in him. Whatever it was, he replied—and that alone means something.
His message? Honest. Gentle. But still, it stung. He’s seeing someone now.
Yeah… it hurts a little. Okay, more than a little. Knowing he has deep feelings for this person—someone who isn’t me—it pulled at something inside me.
But at the same time, I’m grateful. Grateful that he was honest with me. That he didn’t leave me wondering. I respect him for following his heart, even if that path doesn’t include me the way I once hoped.
I took a deep breath after reading his words. And I held onto the memories—those chats we used to have, those fun, endless conversations that felt like home for a while. They meant something to me. They still do.
So no bitterness here. No regrets. Just a quiet thank you for the moments we shared.
And a sincere wish—for him and the person who now holds his heart. I wish them happiness. Truly.
As for me, I’ll carry on. A little stronger, a little softer. And maybe, in time, my heart will find its own someone too.