As It Comes….I Will Remain … Schanntel

The tears that built up in my eyes seemingly disappeared—because the streams now hold no weight. You’ve heard my words, seen them written and spoken, yet you remain blind to the pain you cause. Is it too much? Too personal? It’s about me—so how can I read these things as if they aren’t mine to feel?

The blank stare widening on my face is the moment I realize: the pain you caused isn’t yours to fix. It’s mine.

And with that, it became simple. I understood. I make me happy—no one else. It’s my choice, my life… right? So why have I placed your opinions and convictions above my own? Why have I given you that much power?

So now, I step back. I stop fighting. You win. You’ve succeeded—in making me love me first, and you, not at all. I knew this moment would come, but that doesn’t make it any less sad. Still, you said it yourself: “Go ahead, don’t wait for me—I’ll do it on my own.”

So I did. I closed the chapter of you and me.

And in that silence, I found my voice again.

In the absence of your love, I uncovered mine.

Not the kind that begs or breaks—but the kind that blooms.

The kind that doesn’t wait to be chosen.

This is no longer your story to finish.

It’s mine now—and I’m finally writing it for me.