A Leaver
Someone said, if you wanna be a leaver, be a proper one. The one that leaves first and never comes back. The one brave enough to abandon first without explanation. The one smart enough to pretend that nothing ever happened and go on with their life.
But perhaps, leaving isn’t the hardest part. It’s the coming back that an improper leaver does.
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They return like a passing breeze, gentle enough to make you forget the cold, only to leave you shivering when they’re gone again.
They stay for a while, like a short gateaway. Like an incense that calm the whole room and suddenly gone. Leaves nothing but ashes and smells that linger for ages.
If you choose to be a leaver, be a polite one, a mannerly one, a true one.
The one who leaves and never comes back again. The one who walks away and never steps back in. The one who never let the door half open. And the one who knows their place once they decide to leave.
If you failed as a lover, may you at least win as a proper leaver.
