To the promises whispered in the dark,
the "forevers" that turned into silence,
and the soul-deep ache of watching someone forget everything you meant to each other-
this is my way out.
Not healed.
Not whole.
Just done.
Because there comes a point where you stop begging the past to make sense.
You stop replaying the what-ifs.
And you finally whisper-"Enough."
This book is that whisper.
