Dear You,
I never thought I would write this, mostly because I kept hoping you would come back. For a long time, I told myself you just needed space, that maybe you were overwhelmed, that your silence wasn’t personal. But deep down, I knew it was. You left when things got hard.
When my world started to crumble, I waited for your message. I checked my phone too many times, replaying our last conversation in my head, wondering what I did wrong. You had been there for every laugh, every late-night talk, every inside joke. I didn’t expect you to disappear when I stopped being the easy version of myself.
I get it now. Some people love you when you’re light to be around, not when you’re heavy with pain. Maybe I reminded you of something you didn’t want to face. Maybe you didn’t know how to help. Maybe it was easier to walk away than to watch me fall apart.
Still, your absence changed me. It taught me how to survive without the person I thought would always stay. It taught me that loyalty isn’t measured by words, but by who stands beside you when everything feels unbearable.
I won’t pretend I’ve forgiven you completely. Some days, I still feel that sting when I think about how quiet it got after you left. But I’ve stopped waiting for closure. The lesson was enough. You showed me that even broken trust can make room for stronger boundaries, and that sometimes losing someone clears space for peace.
Wherever you are, I hope you’ve learned how to stay for yourself, and for the people who need you next time.
With what’s left of tenderness,
The friend who stayed.