finally accepting that we were nothing and i over romanticized the whole thing. I turned every late night text and “good morning” into proof that you felt the same way.
I created scenarios in my head about our future and held onto small moments like they meant way more than they actually did. I ignored how one-sided it was because I wanted it to be real so badly.
I stayed hopeful even when your replies got shorter and your effort disappeared. I made excuses for you and convinced myself that you were just bad at showing affection, while deep down I knew I was the only one still trying. I kept believing in a version of us that only existed in my mind.
This is me finally letting go of that version. It hurts to accept that I was in love with an idea more than the actual person, but I can’t keep romanticizing something that was never really there. I wish you well, but I’m choosing reality over the story I created.
They hoard tens of billions in illiquid private equity and real estate, paying out barely 5% a year to fund their own operations while letting the middle class absorb all the financial risk. The system is designed to preserve the wealth of the institution, not the students.