Não sei se é mercúrio retrógrado, lua minguante, sol em câncer, vida adulta, capitalismo, eliminação da copa, ou falta de vitamina… MAS definitivamente alguma coisa está me tirando do eixo.
my final act of love is never bothering you again. I spent so long overthinking every message, making excuses for your silence, and staying hopeful even when it was clear you were pulling away.
I kept reaching out because I didn’t want to lose you, while slowly realizing I was the only one still fighting to keep us close.
I gave you my time, my patience, and my energy even when it started draining me. I stayed soft and understanding through your distance because I genuinely cared, but it hurt watching you become more and more unavailable.
I convinced myself that if I just loved you more, things would change. This is me finally letting go. It hurts more than I can put into words, but my final act of love is respecting your silence and never reaching out again.
I can’t keep breaking myself just to stay in someone’s life who no longer wants me there.