I thought I would always resent you for the way you walked away so easily, like I was just another chapter you could close without finishing the story. At first I felt betrayed, abandoned, and unworthy, replaying every fight and every conversation to see where I went wrong. But with time, I realized it was not about me at all. You left because you were not ready to love someone the way I needed to be loved, and maybe you never will be. What I thought was rejection turned out to be redirection, because losing you gave me back the space to find myself again. I started reading books I had put down because you never had the patience for quiet. I picked up hobbies you rolled your eyes at because they did not interest you. I filled my days with people who genuinely listened instead of waiting for their turn to talk. And somewhere in the process of piecing my life back together, I realized that I am happier without you than I ever was beside you. That is something I never thought I would be able to say.