Abaddon

and my final act of love would be to force myself to never speak to them again.

You called her beautiful but do you know why she keeps apologizing for every small things? Why doesn't she celebrate her birthday? Why is it hard for her to trust people? Why does she never talks about her family? She is beautiful but do you know any of that?

As a final act of love to you, I'll become everything I told you I would

You don’t ghost me, you haunt me… in the shower, in her bed, in my wins. Becoming your fantasy was never clean. It was drenched in guilt, soaked in “what ifs,” —and you like it messy, don’t you? We both do. Because this isn't closure—it’s climax disguised as goodbye.

Walking away from someone while you are still in love is a different kind of pain. Don't speak to me about moving on until you've had to leave behind everything your heart ever wanted.

I left that part of my heart there. Now I have 0.