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Inside was a bundle of letters\u2014tied together with a faded ribbon I recognized instantly. My hands trembled as I untied it.<\/p>\n
They were all addressed to me.<\/p>\n
Some were unopened. Some had been read, folded carefully, and sealed again. And at the very bottom\u2026 was his handwriting\u2014messier, weaker than I remembered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never stopped loving you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened. I looked up at the woman, but she couldn\u2019t meet my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wrote those\u2026 when he was with me,\u201d she said quietly. \u201cHe talked about you all the time. About how he made the biggest mistake of his life.\u201d<\/p>\n
I swallowed hard, flipping through the pages. Apologies. Memories. Regret written in ink that had clearly been smudged by tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t he send them?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
She hesitated. \u201cBecause I didn\u2019t let him.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words hit harder than I expected.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted to come back\u2026 to fix things. But I kept telling him it was too late. That you\u2019d moved on. That he didn\u2019t deserve you.\u201d Her voice cracked. \u201cI was afraid he\u2019d leave me the way he left you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence settled between us, heavy and unforgiving.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd now?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
She finally looked at me, eyes full of something I couldn\u2019t quite name. \u201cNow I know he never really chose me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked back down at the letters, my fingers tracing his name. All those months I spent caring for him\u2026 he never said these things out loud. Maybe he couldn\u2019t. Maybe he thought I didn\u2019t need to hear them.<\/p>\n
Or maybe\u2026 this was his way of saying goodbye.<\/p>\n
I exhaled slowly and closed the box.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you for bringing these,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
She nodded, tears slipping down her cheeks, then turned and walked away\u2014alone.<\/p>\n
I stood there for a long moment, the weight of the past finally settling into something quieter\u2026 something finished.<\/p>\n
For the first time in years, I didn\u2019t feel abandoned.<\/p>\n
I felt free.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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