Gabriela Bolundut Вђ“ Uita De Mine Access

There is a strange mercy in the end. Like a song fading out on a radio station as you drive into the mountains, the melody of us is losing its signal. I am untethering the anchors. I am handing back the keys to a house that was built on sand.

You ask for distance, so I will give you an ocean. You ask for silence, so I will become a ghost in your contact list. I will take my heart—bruised, yes, but still beating—and walk until the sound of your name is just another word in a crowded room. Gabriela Bolundut – Uita de mine

Forget the way I laugh. Forget the way I knew exactly how you took your tea. Forget me, because holding on is a heavier burden than letting go ever was. There is a strange mercy in the end

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The coffee has gone cold, a dark mirror reflecting a ceiling I no longer recognize. Across the table, your silence is a heavy curtain, draped over the words we used to speak like a second language.

"Forget me," the words didn't come from my lips first; they started in the way you stopped looking at the doorway when I walked in. They grew in the spaces between our hands, a widening canyon carved by months of "fine" and "nothing."