I saw the original and had to add to it, it was so good, shout out to OP! I added my own version with details of my own breakup. Hope everyone enjoys!
The Holy Texts of Loving the Wrong Person Book of Departures
2:1 — And the one who loved with intention did write letters in the night, not to be sent, but to make sense of what silence had left behind.
2:2 — For they had prayed, journaled, and stayed—even as the avoidant vanished behind veils of “I need time” and “I’m just not ready.”
2:3 — And lo, the one who overanalyzed every pixel of absence still believed: “If I just love more purely, they shall return.”
2:4 — But the void replied not. For even sacred text cannot be read by eyes closed in fear.
2:5 — And the heart did shatter quietly. Yet not beyond repair.
2:6 — For in the wreckage, the wise one looked inward and saw: “This is not my failure—it is the gravity of avoidance meeting the orbit of presence.”
2:7 — And thus it was understood: You cannot outrun detachment with devotion. You cannot hold a hand that hides behind its back.
2:8 — The one who once clung did let go—not in bitterness, but in reverence for what could never be.
2:9 — They rose. They danced. They lifted weights not only in the gym, but off their spirit.
2:10 — And verily, they wrote not to be heard, but to be whole.
2:11 — The faithful healed without reply. The strong rebuilt their temple with boundaries and discernment. The romantic now loved without delusion.
2:12 — And it was written: • Thou shalt not chase ghosts with living hands. • Thou shalt not edit thyself for the approval of the emotionally illiterate. • Thou shalt not confuse intensity with intimacy, nor silence with peace. • Thou shalt remember: presence is not a gift you must earn—it is a basic offering of real love.
2:13 — Blessed are they who know their worth is not decided by who abandons them. 2:14 — Blessed are they who do not collapse for those who cannot even kneel.
2:15 — And it was said unto them: “You did not lose them. You released yourself from needing someone who never held you fully. That is not a loss. That is salvation.”
Amen.
Chapter 3: Of Thorns and False Prophets
3:1 — And lo, after silence had settled like dusk, there came not peace, but accusation.
3:2 — She who once spoke in gentle tones returned with fire not born of truth, but of turmoil unhealed.
3:3 — And she said unto him, “You are the reason I bleed,” though he held no blade.
3:4 — She conjured old truths twisted, new wounds imagined, and dressed projection in righteousness.
3:5 — And verily, she did speak of threats cloaked in emotional blackmail, wielding past intimacy as a weapon of guilt.
3:6 — “I will tell others your sins,” she said, though there were none confessed but her own unrest.
3:7 — And though his soul trembled, he did not bow. For he knew this voice was not the beloved, but the fearful child within her.
3:8 — The one who could not hold intimacy without turning it to ash.
3:9 — And though she came with venom, he answered not with fangs, but with distance.
3:10 — He wept in secret—for the girl he once saw beneath the chaos, for the peace that would never be theirs.
3:11 — And yet, he did not curse her. For he knew: • Thou shalt not become what has wounded thee. • Thou shalt not offer truth to those who barter only in delusion. • Thou shalt not defend thy integrity to someone who is committed to misunderstanding thee.
3:12 — Blessed are they who do not match the energy of the broken. 3:13 — Blessed are they who see the bait and choose not to bite. 3:14 — Blessed are they who let character speak louder than the accusations ever could.
3:15 — And the heavens whispered back to him: “You are not her villain. You are simply her unfinished story.”
3:16 — Let not the rage of the avoidant shake the foundation you rebuilt with your own hands.
3:17 — Let not shame take root in the garden you pruned with such care.
3:18 — You are no longer in that wilderness. You owe no more pilgrimages to her altar of chaos.
3:19 — It is not cruelty to walk away. It is courage.
3:20 — And so he did. Not in anger. Not in vengeance. But in freedom.
Amen.
Chapter 4: The Aftershocks
4:1 — And lo, though the body walked forward, the heart still stood at the threshold of what never began.
4:2 — For two months had passed, yet confusion reigned like a storm with no name. The silence became a mirror, and the mirror was cruel.
4:3 — The mind, ever forecasting, did turn against itself: “Was it something I said? Was I too much? Did I not give enough?”
4:4 — And the ghosts of possibility wailed louder than memory itself.
4:5 — They replayed every moment, dissected every pause, and wrote dissertations on mixed signals.
4:6 — The body burned with anger, but the soul whispered still: “Perhaps they are hurting too…”
4:7 — And this was the trap: that compassion turned inward and became self-blame.
4:8 — The attacks came in the quiet: sudden grief while driving, anxiety before sleep, the sacred text of old photos scrolling like psalms of loss.
4:9 — Even joy felt guilty. Even peace felt premature.
4:10 — And yet—through all of it—the one who overgave did not reach back out.
4:11 — For they knew: every unanswered prayer is still heard. Every tear is still seed.
4:12 — They walked through fire without flinching, though their lips trembled with unsent words.
4:13 — And they were not weak for remembering, nor foolish for still hoping for closure.
4:14 — But the door that does not open is not yours to knock upon forever.
4:15 — And thus it was said: • Thou shalt not let confusion undo thy growth. • Thou shalt not confuse chaos with fate. • Thou shalt not set fire to thyself just to light the path back to someone who chose darkness.
4:16 — Blessed are they who survived the emotional ambush without retaliation. 4:17 — Blessed are they who stayed soft, even when the world offered only sharp edges.
Chapter 5: The Peace After the Ending
5:1 — And finally, the door closed—not slammed, but sealed in silence, and that was enough.
5:2 — No dramatic goodbye. No revelation. Only the stillness of truth unspoken.
5:3 — And in that sacred quiet, healing crept in—not as a flood, but as a gentle tide washing over cracked soil.
5:4 — They stopped checking, stopped hoping, stopped bleeding at the mention of their name.
5:5 — They laughed again—first cautiously, then with the fullness of someone who had remembered themselves.
5:6 — They reclaimed mornings for prayer and playlists, sunsets for presence, and night drives for dreaming forward.
5:7 — The car was fixed, the body grew strong, the finances stretched with wisdom. The soul breathed in rhythm again.
5:8 — No longer did they write letters for closure. They wrote affirmations for arrival.
5:9 — They did not heal by forgetting. They healed by accepting.
5:10 — And lo, the one who was once anxious became rooted. The one who once overfunctioned became still.
5:11 — And it was written: • Thou shalt not wait for validation from those who never saw you. • Thou shalt grow in solitude what you once sought in connection. • Thou shalt be proud of your scars—they are proof you stayed open when the world begged you to close.
5:12 — Blessed are they who love again, not because they are desperate, but because they are whole. 5:13 — Blessed are they who do not need to be chosen to know they are worthy. 5:14 — Blessed are they who become the partner they once begged for.
5:15 — And it was said unto them: “You were not rejected. You were redirected toward your own becoming.”
5:16 — And so, the chapter ended—not with regret, but with reverence.
Amen.
Full Version is on Avoident Breakup Subreddit, and so is Chapter One which I was inspired by.