The next morning...
I agreed to meet him.
One final time.
Not because I wanted him back.
Not because I was confused.
Because I needed closure.
He was waiting when I arrived.
The same eyes.
The same voice.
The same man.
But something had changed.
Me.
"You came."
He sounded surprised.
"I came to say goodbye."
The words hurt him.
I could see it.
But for the first time...
I didn't feel responsible for that pain.
We talked.
For hours.
About everything.
The good memories.
The bad ones.
The things we never said.
And when it was over...
I stood up.
He looked at me quietly.
Then asked:
"Do you love him?"
My heart skipped.
Because I knew exactly who he meant.
Daniel.
I smiled softly.
The kind of smile that arrives before the answer.
"I think I'm learning how."
And for the first time...
He let me go.
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