I didn't heal all at once

Finally, his hand slipped from mine leaving me back in the depths of despair wondering what I did wrong.

not because it was the right thing to do, but just that holding on seemed scarier.

It was only exacerbating the pain a little more with time but I kept saying,

The way it feels when you tell yourself, "Maybe it'll feel better tomorrow."

After a while, I just got tired—tired of waiting, tired of holding the heartache inside.

I didn’t heal all at once.

I cried.

I felt empty. I felt lost.

However, little by little and even probably without knowing it, the pain became more bearable.

And that’s when I realized—

some things need to end,

so healing can truly begin.

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