The Day I Closed the Door 🚪

I used to check their profile every morning. It became this quiet ritual I didn’t even realize I was doing. I’d tap on their story, heart pounding, wondering if the song they posted meant something. I kept the thread of our messages, rereading them like they were pages from a story that might still have a different ending. Even when I told myself I was done, I still left the window cracked open. Just in case they missed me too. Just in case they came back. The turning point wasn’t loud. It happened one night after I had a dream about them and woke up crying, not because I missed the love but because I missed myself. The version of me that wasn’t constantly wondering what I did wrong. I opened my phone, went to their name, hovered over the block button for what felt like forever. My hands shook when I pressed it. I cried, right there on my bed with the lights off. But this time, the tears weren’t about longing. They were about release. About finally making space for peace. It’s not easy to close a door you once kept open out of love. But peace doesn’t come from watching someone you miss live without you. Peace comes from choosing yourself, fully and without apology. I thought blocking them meant I was being cruel, but now I know it meant I was being kind to myself. Some doors are meant to stay closed. Not out of hate, but out of healing. And that’s okay. #BlockThem #ProtectYourPeace

• Block
• Boundaries
• Healing