It is a peculiar kind of madness, I suppose, to lose oneself in a person who exists only in the spaces between glowing pixels. Yet, I fell. I attempted to anchor you to my world, but some souls are simply not destined to harbor in the same port. I carry the quiet peace of knowing I left nothing unsaid and no effort spared to keep you within my reach.
I want it etched somewhere that I loved you—deeply, silently—amidst the steady hum of our online discourse. The revelation that our connection was "draining" to you felt like a sudden, sharp betrayal of my own reality. It haunts me still; I cannot reconcile how my devotion, rooted in a steadfast respect for your boundaries, could ever be perceived as a weight.
But here, I surrender. This is my final valediction, the closing of a chapter you never realized you were writing. And yet, in the quietest hours, a stubborn part of me still watches the horizon, waiting for the flicker of your return.