When There's Nothing Left to Fix

We mistake silence for unfinished business.

We think closure has to sound like a conversation, or that peace has to be mutual. It doesn’t.

Sometimes the only thing left to fix is the urge to keep fixing.

That’s the hardest kind of growth—the moment you realize the story already ended, and you’re the only one still editing the last paragraph. You can keep sending drafts into the void, hoping for a reply, or you can finally stop explaining your side to ghosts.

When there’s nothing broken left to fix, the real work begins: staying still. Letting the quiet be the period instead of another comma.

Not because they deserve your silence—because you do. 💙