Yetundeylagos

I thought loving harder could fix someone who didn’t want to be fixed.
I thought silence could hold together what was already falling apart.
He left like I didn’t matter and I stayed like I did.

Staying too long stripped my pride, my softness, my peace. But here’s what I found again: my voice.

If you’ve ever stayed too long, you’re not alone.
This space is for you.
One page at a time.

✏️ What did staying too long cost you? Share it below, you’re safe here.

— Yetundeylagos

VINTAGE