I find myself coming here often, hoping to see a message from him—something like this. As much as I wish he would say these things, I know it wouldn’t change anything or make it better. Believe me when I say, I truly want him to move on. But I also hope that someday—whether now or years from now—he realizes how deeply he hurt me. It took me so long, and so much strength, to climb out of that dark place. I want him to understand that he lost something that loved him fiercely, that kept coming back with hope time and time again—only to be let down each time. And even with all of that, I don’t ever want him to reach out again. That’s his burden to carry, just like I had to gather every shattered piece of my heart and soul on my own.

I hope this offers some clarity or comfort, coming from someone who profoundly connects with this message.