I admire them. There’s courage in letting go without fireworks. There’s dignity in saying, “This isn’t for me,” and actually meaning it. 💭

And yet… I catch myself romanticizing the messy ones. The fights, the late-night apologies, the chaos. Why is destruction more captivating than peace? Maybe because we confuse intensity with love. Or maybe becaus

Sometimes I wonder if I’m too pragmatic. Maybe I’m watching life from the sidelines while everyone else is tripping over themselves for drama. Or maybe, just maybe, I’m learning the most important lesson: some people are meant to stay only i

Do you think we’re afraid of leaving, or afraid of realizing we never needed to sta