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The first thing that changed was the way he sounded, as if his voice no longer belonged to the same place as mine. I tried to stay, even when staying slowly turned into waiting, and waiting turned into silence. When he said he needed time, I believed him, because believing felt kinder than accepting the truth. What hurt the most was not the words, but the change itself, the way he slowly became someone I could no longer reach. I kept telling myself I would wait, that love was supposed to be patient, but while I was waiting, he was already choosing someone else. He chose his past, and I was left with memories that still knew how to call my name. I lost him, and with him I lost the small things, the messages, the feeling of being held by words. This breakup feels like a quiet kind of loss, the kind that doesn’t scream but stays. And as I let him go, I finally understand that the boy I loved, Seonghyeon, is now someone I have to say goodbye to, even if my heart is still whispering your name.