Museum of UmaGabitoNunes

If I ever disappear from your life, know this: I loved you, not perfectly but completely, with everything I had. I had choices, other paths, other people, but I still chose you. I stayed. And me leaving? It isn't anger; it's my final act of love. I hope my absence gives you the peace my presence never could. My love was messy, flawed, but real. And even as I let go, I'll always hope you find the happiness I couldn't give you. If you think of me, I hope you remember the warmth, the stupid laughter, the quiet moments where no words were needed. Even in my silence, I was loving you. And when this world feels too heavy, I hope someone holds your heart the way I always tried to. Because even when I leave, my love never really does