I guess I had it coming. As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, it wasn’t a loud bang but a slow, final sound that felt louder than any shout. I could feel the heaviness pressing down on me. Maybe this had been building up for a while—the missed phone calls, the overlooked dates, and careless remarks that chipped away at our connection. Now, looking at the empty space around me, I can’t deny it: I saw the signs but acted like it wouldn’t really happen.
We often think of ourselves as the ones who are wronged and that others should say sorry to us. But sometimes, if we’re truthful, we realize we haven’t said or done enough. Maybe I didn’t notice closely enough. Maybe I ignored her quiet moments when they were actually screaming for attention. Maybe I let my pride overshadow my kindness. I brushed off little disappointments, thinking they would fade away, but they just piled up instead.
I believed I had plenty of time. Time to fix things, to explain how much I cared. But time isn’t always on our side. It slips away, and when it does, it doesn’t care if we’re prepared or not.
So, yes... I probably deserve that. The quiet departure. The stillness that follows. The ache in my heart when I realize it wasn’t due to just one thing; it was a slow breakdown of trust, connection, and love.
All that’s left now is the lesson—sharp and clear, with no leniency. And I hope that if there’s a next time, I won’t wait until it’s too late to be the person someone wants to stay with.