What Letting You Go Meant

Loving you was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, not because you were hard to love, but because I had to confront myself. I had to face my fears and past trauma when it came to relationships.

Being with you triggered me in more ways than one. In the beginning, it felt possible to heal with you by my side. But as time went on, some fears became impossible to ignore. And now that we are finally done, I have realized what letting you go truly meant for me.

I no longer feel burdened to share my world with you, not because I didn’t want to, but because I never knew how. Opening up has never been easy for me.

My mind is no longer clouded with thoughts of betrayal.

I no longer wake up from dreams of infidelity, haunted by things I couldn’t control.

I don’t have to protect you from me anymore, from the burdens I carried alone.

It’s freeing to no longer care if you liked another bikini picture or followed another girl.

It no longer matters if you assumed my concern was insecurity—when all I ever wanted was for you to see only me.

I no longer have to beg for my boundaries to be respected.

I am not crying anymore because you weren’t there when I needed you most.

I don’t have to question every little thing anymore.

I no longer care that you chose them over me.

I no longer feel like the dictator you labeled me as.

But most importantly, I no longer have to love in anxiety.

Letting you go meant finding myself again. Being told that I am glowing. And that is something I will never regret.