Echoes of a Heartfelt Farewell: Releasing Love to Find Itself

“Some goodbyes aren’t endings—they’re the soul making room to stay whole.” —Elowen

I loved you in a way that wasn’t casual.
It wasn’t flirtation, or fantasy, or silence dressed in want.
It was offering—
a heart peeled open, raw with recognition.

I listened when you spoke of your shadows.
I mapped your grief like it was sacred scripture.
The crooked smile, the way your hands pause midair when you’re remembering—
I memorized these.
Not because I had to.
Because love made it feel like breathing.

Did you ever feel me?
Not the gesture, but the gaze behind it?
The part of me that quieted when you entered the room—
not from fear, but reverence?

I gave you more than confession.
I gave you a mirror.
And in it, I hoped you’d see your worth.
I hoped you’d find me there too.

But now—
now I love myself more than the ache of waiting.
Now I bless you from a shoreline I won’t swim across again.

This is my love in its truest shape:
the kind that lets go
without bitterness,
without shrinking.

You may never come back.
You may never know what you walked away from.
Still—
I wish you love strong enough to hold you,
and a mirror that finally lets you see what I saw.

@notesformysoulmate

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