Part II: When You Let Go Too Late
Centerfold Ghosts Saga – Entry II
You didn’t lose her. You let her go. Not all at once— just in fragments.
First when you laughed at her dream. Then when you told her she was “too much.” And again when you chose silence over support.
It didn’t feel like betrayal at the time. Just jokes. Just honesty. Just your ego whispering, “She’ll never really leave.”
But here’s the thing about people like her:
She didn’t storm out. She drifted away— quiet, constant, unannounced. And by the time you looked up?
She was already gone.
You saw her again… but only through glossy paper. A magazine, a screen, a headline. Too edited to reach. Too bright to hold.
And suddenly, your mouth goes dry.
Because now you’re the one rewinding the tape. You’re the one wondering how the ugly duckling became untouchable— and why she didn’t bring you with her.
Answer? You weren’t part of the glow-up. You were part of the weight she had to shed.
“She’s got a car now. Made by Sotto. Probably walking the runway.”
"Your smile is now different. Your looks are now different. Everything about you really changed..."
No. You didn’t see her change. You just never bothered to look until she was worth something to everyone else.
Letting someone go when they’re still blooming? That’s the cost of your disbelief.
So when you see them on a poster, or a centerfold, or on someone else’s arm?
Don’t call it fate. Don’t call it loss. Call it what it is:
A consequence.
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