The truth is,
you lied.
You broke vows,
broke trust,
broke the life we spent years building.
And when it was over,
I signed the papers.
Not because I stopped loving you.
Because I finally started loving myself.
That’s the part people don’t understand.
Love wasn’t the problem.
I loved you before the lies.
I loved you through the lies.
Hell, I loved you after I knew the truth.
But love isn’t permission.
Love isn’t a free pass.
Love isn’t me setting myself on fire
to keep you warm.
So yes,
I still love you.
And no,
I won’t come back.
Those two things can exist
in the same breath.
I can wish you well
without wishing you were mine.
I can carry the love
and leave the damage.
That’s not weakness.
That’s knowing the difference
between loving someone
and choosing them.
