@itskalema: I’m bck again 🥹🫂❤️🩹 Acceptance didn’t come like a 🌅 sunrise . It came like dust settling after I was done throwing things. It was realizing your absence wasn’t a door left ajar, it was a room I’d already emptied. I stopped watering the space where you used to be and noticed something else was growing anyway — quiet, stubborn, mine. I don’t miss the version of you I invented. I don’t miss the version of me that kept waiting. Some people aren’t losses. They’re lessons with your name written in the margins. And once you stop fighting the ending, you find out the story wasn’t over. It just changed