The Bride Asked for My Taste. I Gave Her a Wedding Gift She Couldn’t Return.

my life.

The world had asked for a spectacle.

I gave them a gift they could not return.

The truth.

And then, at last, I gave myself absence.

Not emptiness.

Not loneliness.

Absence from begging.

Absence from explaining.

Absence from rooms where love came with a knife behind its back.

He was right.

I chose beautifully.

I chose myself.

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