bittersweet

Somewhere between hurt and freedom, there is a state called bittersweet - when your heart seems whole, but with the taste of a lemon seed. It seems like everything is over, and you can breathe a sigh of relief, but in your chest, there is still an echo of what could have been. The voice is calm, but not indifferent - there is no anger in it, just neatly packaged pain that has learned not to spill out.

No one is looking for someone to blame here. They simply accept that love is not always honest, and not everyone has the courage to look into the eyes. But they have the strength not to lie to themselves. And in this lies a quiet victory: choosing yourself, even if it meant going through whispers of resentment, sleepless nights, and the final “you do.”