i kept checking my phone like it would change anything, making excuses for why you were distant, telling myself you were just busy or going through something. I swallowed every “I miss you”
I wanted to say and waited for you to reach out first, because I didn’t want to seem too much. I gave you my full attention whenever you finally texted, dropped whatever I was doing, and acted like it didn’t hurt when days went by without a word from you.
The worst part is realizing I was the only one trying to keep us alive. You got to live your life while I sat with the anxiety, the overthinking, and the quiet hope that maybe today you’d choose me back. I let myself become smaller and smaller just to fit into the little space you left for me.
It hurts more than I can say, but I can’t keep waiting for someone who never made me feel wanted. I’ll always love you… just not like this anymore.