No anger. No sadness. Just closure.
Like finishing a book I didn’t care for anymore. Before leaving, she said, “I know it doesn’t matter now, but I really did love you. I just didn’t know how to love anyone, not even myself.”
Now, I’m dating again, slowly.
My apartment feels like home. I recently deleted all the evidence files. It felt symbolic.
She once laughed about me being too stupid to catch on. But in the end, I didn’t just catch her—I rebuilt my life from the ashes. And that, I’ve realized, is the best revenge of all.
