It’s a strange kind of ache — being present yet unseen, giving your all but feeling like you never quite matter. Being unvalued teaches you how heavy silence can be, and how important it is to choose people who don’t need reminders to appreciate you.
Lately, I’ve been really into him. I keep trying to start conversations, even forcing myself to make small, awkward requests just to keep the connection going. And honestly… it’s embarrassing. I feel like I’m trying too hard, and I don’t even know if he notices or cares.