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Sometimes a breakup is not a tragedy, but a quiet upgrade of your internal operating system. There is pain, but without hysterics and drama: it's just a habit being updated to the version ‘I'm no longer waiting, but I remember.’ Someone's scent still lingers in the air, their voice echoes from old messages, but inside, wings are slowly spreading.

There is something strangely warm about not blaming and not waiting. Just acknowledging that the time is up, but the gratitude remains. That even if it didn't work out, you were still lucky to touch something alive. And now you can breathe out, because emptiness is not about loss, but about a place where you can finally be yourself.