There comes a time when the letters stop coming. The inbox stays empty, the silence echoes louder than words ever did. At first, we wait — we hope — maybe they’re just busy, maybe they’ll write tomorrow. But days pass, and we realize the truth: some chapters end quietly.
And that’s okay. Because not every story needs a closing line. Some goodbyes come as soft as the wind that dries our tears. In that stillness, we learn to write new letters — to ourselves. Letters of forgiveness, of courage, of beginnings.
“No more correspondence” doesn’t mean no more love. It means the message has been received. It means you’ve learned what you needed to know. And now… it’s time to write your own story.