So many goodbye notes scattered like whispers in the wind, IDs changed like masks in a play—and now, here I sit, smiling softly at the innocence of it all.
How young my heart was, always rushing to leave, to begin again. But this time feels different. This isn’t an end—it’s the quiet unfolding of a brand new chapter in the fairytale I’ve always dreamed of living.
I’m not walking away, just gently stepping back for a little while, to find my footing, to shape a life that feels truly mine. It’s a pause, not a parting.
And when the dust settles and the stars align, I’ll return—eager to embrace the laughter, the warmth, and the simple magic of those goody good days, once more.
How young my heart was, always rushing to leave, to begin again. But this time feels different. This isn’t an end—it’s the quiet unfolding of a brand new chapter in the fairytale I’ve always dreamed of living.
I’m not walking away, just gently stepping back for a little while, to find my footing, to shape a life that feels truly mine. It’s a pause, not a parting.
And when the dust settles and the stars align, I’ll return—eager to embrace the laughter, the warmth, and the simple magic of those goody good days, once more.