It's been a month of "WHY"

Why did you come back… when you were never really mine to have again? Why did you knock on a door you knew I was still trying to lock for my own peace? Why now… when I was slowly, painfully learning how to breathe without you? I was doing the work. Quietly. Picking up the pieces you left behind, teaching my heart how to survive without waiting for your name to light up my screen. I was learning to accept the silence, to sit with the absence, to finally understand that some endings are meant to stay that way. And then you came back.... Not free. Not whole. Not mine. You came back carrying a life that no longer has space for me, yet somehow… you still made space to reach out, to linger, to confuse me all over again. Now I’m here, stuck in this cruel in-between. Not fully healed, but no longer the same. Not yours, but no longer untouched by you either. I keep asking myself if this was closure… or just another wound dressed up as a second chance. Because how do you move on from someone who keeps reappearing at the exact moment you’re almost okay? It’s exhausting... fighting the urge to understand you, while trying not to lose myself in the process. And maybe that’s the truth I’ve been avoiding this whole time... that not every “why” comes with an answer, and not every return is meant to be a blessing. Some people come back not to stay… but to remind you why they had to leave. And maybe, just maybe, you came back not to fix what we had.... but to test if I’ve finally learned how to let you go.