There’s a strange sense of liberation when someone finally unravels before you, shedding the mask they so carefully crafted. At first, it stings —the realization that the person you thought you knew was just a mirage. But then comes the clarity, the understanding that this unveiling is a gift. It makes detachment easier, almost effortless, because how can you hold on to something that was never real to begin with?

I used to wrestle with doubt, with the lingering “what ifs” that kept me tethered to people who didn’t deserve my presence. But now, when the truth is laid bare, there’s no room for hesitation. No more illusions to cling to, no more justifications to make. Just the raw, undeniable reality of who they are. And once you see it, you can’t unsee it.

So, I choose peace. Not the kind that comes from avoidance, but the kind that comes from knowing I no longer have to carry the weight of someone else’s deception. I let go, not with anger, but with a quiet understanding: they are who they are, and I am free.