“Some Things Don’t Come Back — and That’s Okay Too”

Some people don’t leave with goodbyes.

They just… slowly stop showing up.
One missed call. One late reply.
One "Sorry, I was busy" too many.

And before you know it — you’re strangers with shared memories.

And you sit with the silence,
wondering how something that felt so real
could disappear without even breaking.

You Keep Waiting…

For an explanation.
For a sign.
For that one message that says, “I didn’t mean to drift away.”

But sometimes… it never comes.
No apology.
No drama.
Just a space where something used to be.

And that’s the kind of pain that’s hard to explain —
because there was no ending.
Just… absence.

Not All Bonds Break With Noise. Some Just Fade.

And it hurts in a different way.
You question your worth.
You overthink every moment.
You scroll up and re-read old chats, looking for signs.

And then — comes the most painful part:
realising they’re fine.
Without you.
They’ve moved on. Laughed. Lived.
While you were stuck holding pieces of something they already let go of.

But One Day… Something Changes

You wake up and you don’t check their profile.
You pass the café where you both laughed — and it doesn’t sting.
You stop rehearsing what you’d say if they came back.

That’s healing.

Not instant. Not pretty. But powerful.

It’s the day you realise:
you don’t need closure to close the door.
You don’t need their words to validate your hurt.
You don’t need what’s gone to return — to feel whole again.

Because Some Things Don’t Come Back — and That’s Okay.

Not everyone is meant to stay.
Not every bond is forever.
Some people are just here to show you parts of yourself —
before they quietly exit.

And maybe their silence taught you how to speak up for yourself.
Maybe their absence created space for your presence.
Maybe losing them showed you how not to lose yourself.

So Let It Be. Without Bitterness. Without Begging. Without Hope.

Let them go.
Let it fade.
Let yourself feel it all — and then rise.

Because healing doesn’t always come with answers.
Sometimes, it’s just learning to live without them…
and still finding joy.

Some stories don’t have a second part.

But that doesn’t mean your story ends there.