I don’t always leave loudly. I don’t always block, delete, or announce my exit.
Sometimes, I just stop reaching. Stop explaining, stop shrinking to make it work.
No drama, no long texts, no begging to be understood.
Just… distance and grace. Plus a version of me you used to know, dissolving into memory.
I’ve learned that closure is often a luxury you give yourself, not something you wait to receive.
And when it’s time to go, I’ll go quietly. The kind where I simply reclaim myself… and go.
I’ve also learned, when someone makes you feel like too much, it’s usually because they were never enough.
I’ve outgrown chasing closure, arguing for clarity and waiting to be chosen.
My goodbye is rarely loud, but trust me, it’s unforgettable. You’ll feel it in the silence, in the space where I used to pour, in the absence of my softness.
If you ever find yourself wondering if I’ve left…
I probably already did. With love, with grace, with no return ticket.
See, I’m not the girl who slams the door. I’m the girl who leaves it unlocked… and never looks back.
By the time you notice I’m gone, I’ll already be healing softly and silently. Like when peace feels like a person.
Not to punish, not to provoke, but to protect the parts of me that I spent years watering.
My silence isn’t anger, it’s clarity. It’s the sound of a woman choosing herself in full volume, without making noise.
So if you ever feel me pulling away, just know:
I gave more than I should have and less than I wanted to…. but enough to know it’s time.
“Not every exit is loud. Some are laced in grace… and finality.”
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Oh my, this is the second post I’ve read and I am loving your posts. I did this recently and how freeing it was. Just exit. Slip away, no drama, no more trying to make myself fit into the version of me they wanted. Just end it. Wonderful and satisfying experience.