Something in your life has quietly run its course.
You can feel it.
The energy has gone out of it and you're the only one still pretending otherwise.
So you hold on.
Out of loyalty. Out of history.
Out of not wanting to admit it's over.
But loyalty to what's finished is theft from what comes next.
Every day you spend guarding an ending is a day the next thing waits without you.
Letting go isn't the betrayal here.
Staying past the truth is.
It will sting. It always does.
But the sting of an honest ending fades.
The ache of pretending only grows.
Call it what it is.
Then let it be over.
