Please Don't Hate Me

Sometimes love ends not with an explosion, but with a faint echo - as if someone simply closed the door and the wind carried away the last words. No anger, no drama, just the realization that life has moved on. It seems painful, but it no longer hurts - it's more like a soft scar that becomes part of your skin.

It's all about growing up: not resentment, but acceptance. About that rare honesty when you can let go and not look for someone to blame. What remains is gratitude, memories, a little sadness, and the feeling that it was all worth it. Time just took its course, and two hearts learned to beat at different rhythms - calmly, without drama, but still genuinely.