People Leave Like Seasons Do

I didn’t know that silence could speak louder than doors slamming. I didn’t know that absence could feel heavier than anger. Some people leave like winter leaves quiet, slow, inevitable. They fade, not because they hate you, but because they don’t know how to stay. And maybe they never did. You reread the last message. You scroll, you remember, you ache. They go on. You remain. You wonder if they ever meant those promises. Or if you just wanted them to. But truth is, some people aren’t meant to walk your whole journey. They teach, they touch, then they vanish. And you you learn to carry your own warmth. Because next time, when someone leaves, you’ll still have yourself. And that will be enough.