Dear Abang,
For a long time, I carried this quiet guilt.
Not because I wanted to go back, but because I felt like I had left too soon.
Like I am wrong by choosing my own happiness.
Like I owed you something more.
Like I am the villain in a story I never meant to write.
Time has a way of unraveling the truth.
We were never meant to last.
You were my comfort, my safe place for a while.
I was yours.
But love isn’t just about comfort.
The fact that I tried to ignore.
I used to feel bad for how things ended.
I used to wonder if I should have stayed longer.
But looking back now, I see why I choose not to.
I don’t blame you.
I don’t resent you.
You were simply walking your own path, just as I was finding mine.
And I refuse to carry the guilt any longer... I owe myself forgiveness.
I was never a villain for choosing myself.
I was never cruel for following my heart.
I was never wrong for stepping away, from something that no longer fit the person I was becoming.
So today, I let it go.
I release the what-ifs, the lingering guilt, the misplaced responsibility.
I release the version of me who held on too tightly, afraid of hurting someone else while slowly hurting herself.
I hope life has been kind to you.
I hope you’ve found joy in places you never expected.
I hope, in your own way, you’ve found closure too.
This chapter is closed.
I choose peace. I choose freedom. I choose me.
Sincerely,
P
