But even as the old pain surfaced, I realized something. I didn’t want her back. I didn’t need to reopen wounds or disrupt the life I’d rebuilt with Noah. What I needed—what I craved—was closure.
She looked at me, tears brimming. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
I nodded. “I understand,” I said softly.
Then I walked away.
Every step felt lighter. The past had held me hostage for years, but now, I had my answer. I wasn’t walking away from her—I was walking toward peace. For me. For Noah. For the life we’d built without her.
Life is full of unanswered questions—but sometimes, closure comes from letting go.
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