Four years. That’s how long I hung on to promises that never came into fruition and words that became emptier with each passing season. I should have done this four years ago: let go when the first of the promises faded, when your actions contradicted your words, and when I felt myself waiting for a love that was never truly offered. I wanted to believe that you were all in, that the dreams we spoke of were real. Earlier this year, we had so many discussions about moving back in together, buying a place in Montana, and fixing up your condo to be an AirBnB—plans for a future I was so invested in. Yet deep down, I felt the chill of your absence—the way you kept one foot out of the door, always ready with a backup plan, never truly present. In the end, it was all just empty words and broken promises, and my trust in you was broken.
You led me on, allowing me to believe we could reunite. Your passive way of communication had me always guessing and unsure, never really knowing where I stood. The way you received my words of waiting, healing, and hope for reconciliation made me believe this was the future you wanted too. But your actions were always different from your words. You never committed and never gave me the clarity and assurance I so desperately needed. You just kept me circling in a holding pattern, loving the idea of my devotion, never choosing to return it.
It’s a unique sort of heartbreak when one realizes they were never really chosen. I saw your fear of abandonment and how it framed every decision and every conversation. You never allowed yourself to be vulnerable, never truly committed. Instead, you built a means of escape, in case. I tried to reach you, trying to prove love could be safe, but you were always halfway gone.
I wish you could see the damage this cycle causes—not just to me, but also to yourself and to anyone who tries to get close: the ceaseless need for an exit, the inability to trust, and the hollow words promising everything and nothing. It is exhausting and leaves scars.
I hope, truly, that you find the help you so desperately need. I hope you learn to face those fears that keep you running and learn what it means to stay. Until you do, every new relationship will be another victim; another person left wondering what they did wrong, another soul caught in the storm of your uncertainty.
To whoever comes next, I hope you see the signs early. I hope you recognize the pattern and protect your heart. You deserve someone who chooses you, stays, and isn’t packing a suitcase just in case.
As for me, I’m letting go. The dreams we shared are now whispers on the wind, and I am done chasing echoes. I wish you well on your journey and hope you find peace. However, this time, I choose me: choose truth, healing, and breaking free from the cycle. This is my emotional closure-a final turning of the page. I am learning to forgive myself for holding on so long, for believing in empty promises, and for trusting when I should have let go. Most importantly, I am reclaiming my power-the power of creating my future, of setting boundaries, of choosing myself.
And here’s the hope I hold on to:
Healing is possible. The pain of broken promises, shattered dreams, hollow words, and broken trust doesn’t have to define my future. With time, self-compassion, and the courage to face the truth, wounds can transform into wisdom. I am learning to trust myself again, to believe in my own worth, and to open my heart to new beginnings.
And to you, may healing find its way to you, releasing you from the abandonment fears and the struggle with long-term commitments that have kept you from ever really staying. You will know what it is to trust, let love in, and build something real without always looking for an exit.
If you’re reading this and you’ve felt the same pain, know that you’re not alone. There is life beyond heartbreak, and there is real, lasting love waiting for those who dare to heal and hope again.
Game On, Heal On 
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