A Soft Goodbye to What Once Was

I didn’t expect it to mean this much.

At first, it was just a new thing—a new person, a new rhythm. But slowly, it became a part of me.

The tasks, the small wins, the conversations. The belief in something bigger.

Maybe I got too attached, maybe I cared too much—but that’s who I am. 

That’s how I show up. Fully, honestly.

And now, as this chapter nears its end, I feel a quiet kind of sadness.

Not because it failed—but because it mattered.

Because I’ll miss the way it shaped my days, my thinking, my heart.

But I know I’ll carry it with me.

The lessons, the laughter, the growth—it’s all mine to keep.

And though the days are numbered, the mark they’ve left won’t fade.

I’ll be okay. Just not right away. And that’s okay, too.