If you ever miss me, remember this, I am only as far away as you pushed me. I did not drift. I was carried by the weight of every careless word, every empty promise, every moment you made me feel small in a world where I had only sought to be seen. I left not because I wanted to, but because I had no other choice but to protect the heart that had given so freely, only to be met with disregard.
Do not confuse my silence for weakness, or my absence for indifference. I am not lost, I am growing. I am tending to the spaces you left vacant, filling them with clarity, peace, and a sense of self I almost forgot I deserved. The distance is not mine to regret, it is the echo of the boundaries you ignored and the reflection of the love you took for granted.
So when the memory of me tugs at your thoughts, let it remind you of the power of your own actions. I am here, thriving, unbroken, and alive in the freedom your neglect unknowingly gave me. I am far, yes, but far only because that is where I needed to be to finally find myself.
Whether or not this heart will love again. Only time holds that answer.
