Participant Profile

                                
I’d write to you — the boy I loved before life tore us apart. We promised we’d make distance work, but promises don’t fill silences. I waited, hoping we’d find our way back. But you moved on... and I stayed, holding onto memories you let go of. Maybe I should’ve left too, but I didn’t. I stayed — in the pain, in the hope, in the healing. And now, I write not because I want you back, but because I finally understand why you couldn’t stay… and why I had to.