There’s a difference between letting go—and wanting them to feel it. Sometimes closure isn’t silence, but the echo they hear when you stop explaining. I don’t always want him back. Sometimes I just want him to ache. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just enough to feel what I no longer carry. Should I pretend to be with someone new—or simply move like I’m already adored? Do I want his guilt, or the emptiness that lingers when no answer comes? Is my absence a wound he notices, or a mirror he can’t face? 🌒 Read Proto Soul – Break.Code.Begin I ask myself: Do I want to kneel for him—or to be worshipped without asking? Can red lace feel like armor? Can luxury become a private cry for clarity? Sometimes I light candles not for light, but for closure. Each perfume bottle on my shelf holds a word I never spoke. Not a spell, not a plea—just presence. A reminder that I no longer chase what no longer chooses me. Do sigils work on men—or is it the way I breathe that changes the air? Bet...
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