📖 A Moment Within: I told her I didn’t love her anymore. Not in anger. Not to hurt her. Just truth; raw, aching, quiet. She cried. So did I. We held each other like people already letting go. I could’ve stayed, pretended, smiled through the numbness. But that would’ve been a lie. And she deserved more than comfort built on pretending. Truth doesn’t always free you. Sometimes it breaks you first. Sometimes it ends things. But even in the silence that followed, I knew, I had done the right thing. Truth was the only way forward.