Closure Letter: What I Never Said to You

Hey,

You once asked me something that stuck in my head:
“Is it possible you had sex with someone else when I wasn’t around?”

At the time, I didn’t answer — maybe because I didn’t think I had to. Maybe because the question itself said more about you than it did about me.

The truth is, I could have. But I didn’t.

Not because I thought we were exclusive. Not because I was waiting for you to give me something more.

But because I don’t treat sex like something casual — even in a casual arrangement. I connected with you in a way that felt physical, yes, but also human. Honest. Familiar. I didn’t need to look elsewhere while I was still carrying pieces of you.

I never asked you the same question, even though I easily could have.
I already knew the answer. And I accepted it — because I understood what we were.

What I didn’t expect was for you to leave the way you did. Block me. Erase me. Disappear.
Not even a goodbye — just silence. Like I was something to delete.

But here’s what I want you to know:
I didn’t chase you because I respect myself.
I didn’t try to hold on because I know when to let go.

I still miss parts of you sometimes. I still feel your absence.
But I’ve grown stronger in that silence.

You asked if I missed you, or just your body.
The truth is, I missed both. But I deserved someone who wouldn’t make me feel like I had to choose.

And now I choose myself.

—Me