Everyone says “go no contact,” “time will heal,” and “focus on yourself,” but no one tells you what to do at 3:15 am when your chest hurts and you miss them more than ever.
i accepted the way you treated me because it was you. I tried to understand your situation, your struggles and your reasons. I wanted to be there for you, to be patient, to be someone you could rely on. I held on through all the pain, the uncertainty and the moments when I felt invisible. now I find myself wondering. did you ever stop to think about how I felt? did you ever care about the weight of your actions on my heart? or was I always just someone who understood, who endured, who stayed, while you never had to question whether I would?