I cut people off for a reason, either because of them or because of me.
I can cut you off and still love and miss you, but don't get me wrong: it's no longer about intimacy. It's a kind of distant love in which you wish them to be a better version of themselves, that their dreams will come true, and you will support them from afar without desperately craving their presence any longer.
And if you're wondering why I cut you out of my life, it's either to protect my inner peace or to make you aware that you, too, have toxic traits.
Don't get the wrong impression. It is not a selfish act, but rather an act of self-care, of loving yourself and never tolerating the abusive cycle of toxicity and betrayal.
I'm not the type of person who stirs up hatred and anger in others because I understand that people do things for a reason, and believe me when I say it's for our own good.
And I believe that's the most beautiful aspect of maturity: your ability to forgive yourself for trusting the wrong people, as well as your ability to forgive others, even if they cause you so much pain and cause trust issues in your heart

—mk~