Almost a Year

I told people I moved because of the commute. And technically, that was true. But the real reason? I couldn’t be there anymore. Not after him. He never officially lived with me, but his presence lingered in every drawer, every routine, every silence. A year later, I’ve finally made space—for peace, for growth, for myself. This isn’t just about an apartment. It’s about the moment I stopped chasing and started choosing me.