Once was Enough.

eelings, to plead for understanding, to convince him that my he

nderstood. And in that silence, I heard something new: A soft whisper from within me, saying, "You don't have to explain anymore." It wasn't surrender. It wasn't giving up. It was choosing peace over chaos, love over pain, and most importantly-choosing me over the endless cycle of hurt. So I put down my phone. I stopped typing replies. I stopped trying to fix something that wasn't mine