fearless phantom · 2mo
It’s funny, isn’t it? I’ve always been the one walking away, yet somehow, it’s you who seems farther. That’s your trick—never chasing, never holding on too tightly. It made you untouchable in a way I could never match.
I’ve left a thousand times, and each time I expected to hear your footsteps behind me. But you never followed. You never called out. That’s the part that stays with me. You weren’t supposed to make it this easy.
The world has a way of catching up with us, no matter how fast or far we run. But you? You never had to run. Maybe that’s why you’re still here—in the quiet spaces, in every shadow I leave behind. No matter where I go, there’s always a piece of you that I can’t shake, like you’re waiting for me to realize I was the one who got left behind.
You’ve always been good at walking away. It’s what you do best, after all. But here’s the thing — I don’t need to chase someone who’s never meant to stop. You leave, and I let you. Not because I don’t care, but because I know you’ll always be the one moving.
You think I don’t notice, don’t you? Every step you take further from me. You’ve convinced yourself it’s easier if I don’t follow, and maybe you’re right. But just because I didn’t run after you doesn’t mean I wasn’t watching where you went.
I’ve never been the type to hold on to someone that doesn’t want to stay. You know that better than anyone. You leave, I don’t chase — that’s the game we play. But maybe one day, you’ll realize I didn’t need to look back. I already know where you are.
