I’m Leaving You In 2024 Where You Belong

Some might label me modest or unaspiring, but in truth, I don’t have many aspirations for 2025.

No, I don’t aim to be incredibly wealthy, switch careers, or shed pounds; ultimately, these things don’t matter to me.

Besides maintaining good health and being surrounded by loved ones, my sole wish is to begin the next year without you.

This might come as a surprise, given that you haven’t been part of my life for a long time.

However, despite your physical absence, the reality is that not a single day in 2024 passed without you crossing my mind.

So, even though you’re not physically present, you’re very much alive within me.

You exist in my thoughts, heart, dreams, prayers, conversations, and every fiber of my being. You follow me from the moment I wake up until I fall asleep.

Our past and how you left me still haunt me today. I’m still seeking an explanation, some form of closure, or an acknowledgment that I mattered.

To hell with it all— I’m still waiting for you to return.

I’m still standing where you left me, hoping for a miracle, a late-night call, or at least a sign that I exist within you too.

I’m waiting for you to become the man you once were. For you to apologize for letting me live all these years without you and for letting me go.

For you to confess that you’ve been searching for me in every woman along your path. To beg for my forgiveness and truly understand the pain you caused.

Waiting for you to come back to me, with no intention of ever leaving again. For you to realize that you loved me all along.

I know it sounds foolish and unrealistic.

Therefore, all I desire is to leave these feelings behind in the past year. I want to stop loving you, stop waiting for you, and stop remembering you.

When the clock struck midnight, I wanted my last thought of you to disappear for good.

That I would never think of you again, never run into you, never hear a song that might remind me of you, and that nobody would mention your name in my presence.

With every chime of midnight, I wished for you to be erased from my memory, as if you were never part of my life.

I wanted to stop replaying our entire relationship in my head, trying to find some closure.

To stop thinking about what we could have accomplished and stop imagining how my life would look now if you had chosen to stay.

I wanted to let go of resentment and anger. To stop hating you and stop hoping that karma would repay you for what you did to me.

No, I don’t need to find someone new in 2025. I don’t have to fall in love with another man—I just want to fall out of love with you.

When the clock struck twelve, I wanted this overwhelming pain in my chest to vanish. For this sadness to disappear and for these tears to stop falling down my face.

I wanted to sleep peacefully at night, without worrying about you or your well-being.

I prayed to God for the strength to let go of your spirit this year. For all my past demons to stop haunting me and for me to finally move on, as I should have done long ago.

I prayed to become happy this year. And that can’t happen until you cease to exist inside of me.

In essence, what I’m telling you is that you’ve squandered all your chances with me, and from now on, it’s too late for you to do anything.

As the clock struck midnight, I promised myself there would be no more coming back into my life every few months, no more seeking help when everyone else abandons you, and no more counting on my unwavering love and support.

In 2025, there will be more me and hopefully, no more you in my life.