i learned how to love someone more than I loved my own peace. I stayed when it hurt, I waited when you pulled away, and I kept hoping things would change even when the signs were clear.
I gave you my patience and understanding without ever receiving the same in return.
I became the person who always tried to keep us connected. I listened, I supported, and I showed up even on the days you made it difficult to stay soft.
I convinced myself that if I just loved you enough, you would eventually meet me where I was. But the more I gave, the more I realized I was the only one still holding on.
One day, when you experience love that feels one-sided and exhausting, you’ll remember how I loved you. You’ll think about how I stayed patient through your distance and still chose you every single day.
And it will hit you that you lost someone who genuinely tried not because they had to, but because they wanted to make it work with everything they had
I wish I could hate you. It would be so much easier. Easier than missing someone who chose to leave. Easier than replaying every conversation at 2am. Easier than wondering if you ever think about me.But the truth is I can’t hate you and maybe that’s the most pathetic part of this