Some chapters close quietly, without warning or final words, and some connections simply fade with time because life moves us in different directions. And that's okay.
I'm learning to accept that not everything ends with closure, not every bond lasts forever. It's hard, especially for someone like me who's never been good at letting go. I hold on too tightly, even when the weight becomes too much.
But I'm beginning to understand that peace can come not from holding on, but from allowing things to end gently, without resistance.
