it is time I learn to accept the ending I can’t keep rewriting a story that was never mine to finish🥹

this line hit hard. when i stopped trying to make sense of why it ended and just let it be what it was, the weight started to lift. it’s messy, but acceptance doesn’t come in one big moment it sneaks in slowly.

i kept trying to “edit” my own ending too… rereading texts, imagining what i could’ve said differently. it took me months to realize some stories aren’t meant to have closure, just peace. you’re not alone in that ache