He'll never read these words-but I needed to write them anyway. Each page holds pieces of me-soft, shattered, healing. The versions of myself I became after he left. The questions I never got to ask. The I miss yous I whispered to no one. And the closure I had to give myself when none came. This isn't a story of bitterness. It's a story of love that lingered, of growing through heartbreak, of becoming whole again-one letter at a time. For the people who loved deeply, lost silently, and are learning to let go beautifully... this is for you.