You can walk away and pretend you lost nothing, but time has a quiet way of showing people what they threw away. One day, when the noise around you fades and you realize no one else looks at you the way I did, or cares for the broken parts of you the way I tried to, you will finally understand the weight of what you let go. I loved you fiercely, more than you probably ever deserved, and I gave you a version of me I will never give to anyone else. You chose to lose that, and while I am left here picking up the pieces of a silence I never wanted, you will have to live with the quiet haunting reality that you traded something entirely real for nothing at all. Consider this the last piece of me you'll ever get: I was the best thing you had, and you lost it