Dream of Spring: Letting Go of an FP and Finding Your Way Back to Yourself

There was a time when your silence felt like a punishment, and even your simplest words felt like life.

I confused intensity with love, and waiting with devotion.

Then one day, I quietly took myself back from you.

The noise faded. My breathing found its rhythm again.

I am no longer a question waiting to be answered, and you are no longer the answer I depend on.

If you stay, I will be glad.

If you leave, I will still remain.

I did not lose you — I found my way back to myself.

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