Some things leave.
People.
Promises.
Versions of yourself
you thought would last forever.
They slip away quietly,
without asking permission,
without caring
how badly you wanted them to stay.
I used to chase them.
Used to run after endings
like I could change their minds,
like enough love,
enough effort,
enough pain
could make something remain.
But loss
has never listened to bargaining.
It takes what it takes.
And eventually
you get tired
of chasing ghosts
through doors
that only open one way.
So you stop.
Not because it hurts less.
Because you finally understand
that some things
aren’t meant to be carried forever.
Still—
not everything leaves.
The lessons stay.
The scars.
The songs that remind you
of who you were.
The strength you never wanted
but somehow earned.
And maybe
that’s the strange gift of surviving—
realizing that while life
takes more than its share,
it leaves something behind too.
A wiser heart.
A deeper soul.
A quieter understanding
of what truly matters.
So let the leaving happen.
Let the endings end.
Trust that what belongs to you
isn’t always the thing that stays—
sometimes it’s the person
you become
after it’s gone.
Through the Fog 