She

Yesterday, I lost someone incredibly dear to me. We had a terrible argument, and in the aftermath, she made the painful decision to walk away.

She is a kind, loving woman who gave me her all. She treated me with a warmth and care I never deserved to take for granted. And yet… I did.

I was the one who hurt her. I was the one who couldn’t hold it together when it mattered most. The truth is, she deserves someone better—someone who won’t make her feel small in the middle of a storm.

Now, all I have is this ache. The silence she left behind is louder than any fight we’ve ever had.

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