💌 To My Future Self — When Her Memory Comes Back

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You loved her. Deeply.

Through chaos, through grief, through seasons where you were barely holding on yourself… you still showed up. Still stayed. Still believed in the we.

But she didn’t.

She doubted the love that could’ve saved you both.
She pulled away when you needed her most.
And when you fought to hold on, she made you feel like you were the problem.

You saw how cold she could be to others—
but you never thought she’d bring that coldness to your doorstep.

You gave her your softness.
She gave you silence.
You gave her grace.
She gave you blame.

She never took accountability—not once.
And it left you questioning if you were ever truly seen…
…truly valued.

But still… you don’t hate her.
You’re just hurt.
You’re just healing.
And that’s okay.

You don’t miss her because she was perfect.
You miss her because the love you gave was real.
That love came from you.
Remember that.

So when the thought of her with someone else makes your chest tighten,
breathe through it.
If your heart whispers her name late at night,
let it…
but don’t chase the ghost.

You made the right decision.
You chose your peace over her pride.

And even if she ever came back, you know now:

Love without effort,
without growth,
without accountability—
isn’t love you can survive in.

You’re not looking back because you’re bitter.
You’re walking forward because you finally see your worth.

Keep healing.
Keep building.
You’re gonna be okay.


For Empress, always.

— Jaes

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