Man Utd palming Garnacho off on Chelsea, using that money to steal one of their best young talents, then handing him Garnacho’s old shirt number…
Elite level shithousery 👏🏼
i got tired of feeling like an option. I was always available when you wanted to talk, always understanding when you disappeared for days, and always making excuses for why your effort was so low.
I kept telling myself that you were just going through something, while deep down I knew I was the only one still putting in real effort.
I adjusted my schedule, my mood, and even my standards just to keep things going. I stayed patient and hopeful because I didn’t want to accept that I was the only one still choosing us every day. It slowly started draining me, but I kept going because I thought love meant being understanding.
This is me finally choosing myself. It hurts to walk away from someone I cared about so much, but I can’t keep being the only one who shows up.
I deserve someone who makes me feel chosen, not like I’m constantly waiting to be picked.
One of the loneliest experiences in adult life is wanting a relationship that is just slightly beyond what the person you love is capable of giving.
Not because they're bad or because they don't care. But because there's a gap between what you need and what they can offer, between the depth you're reaching for and the depth they're able to go and no amount of love on either side closes it.
You've had the conversations. You've explained what you need as clearly and patiently as you possibly can. They've listened, they've tried but it's still not quite there...not quite the emotional presence you need, not quite the level of intimacy you're starving for, not quite the partnership you imagined when you chose this person. Close enough that leaving feels absurd but far enough that staying hurts in a quiet, constant way.
You're allowed to need what you need. And you're allowed to grieve the specific sadness of loving someone who genuinely tries and still cannot give it to you.
i kept trying to hold on to something that was already slipping away. I noticed every time your replies became shorter, your effort faded, and your presence started feeling distant but I convinced myself it was just a phase.
I stayed hopeful and patient because I didn’t want to accept that I was the only one still fighting for us. I gave you my time, my understanding, and my consistency without getting the same in return. I stayed soft even when it started hurting, because I truly believed that love means showing up even when it’s difficult.
I kept choosing you every day while it felt like you were slowly choosing to let me go.
One day, when someone only gives you love when it’s easy and convenient, you’ll remember how I loved you even when it wasn’t. You’ll think about how I stayed patient through your distance and still wished the best for you.
And it will hit you that you lost someone who genuinely tried not because they had to, but because they wanted to.
i gave you more chances than you deserved. I stayed patient through your distance, your silence, and your lack of effort because I kept believing things would get better.
I made excuses for you and convinced myself that love means enduring the hard parts, even when it started breaking me quietly.
I showed up consistently while you showed up when it was convenient.
I gave you my time, my understanding, and my heart without getting the same energy back. I stayed soft and hopeful even when every sign told me to protect myself. I wanted us to work so badly that I ignored how one-sided it had become.
One day, when life shows you what real effort looks like, you’ll remember how I tried with you.
You’ll think about how I stayed even when you gave me very little, and how I still wished you well despite everything. And it will hit you that you lost someone who genuinely wanted it to work not because they were weak, but because their heart was truly in it.
i started changing who I was just to keep you. I stopped talking about things that excited me because you seemed uninterested. I began apologizing for having feelings and needs, and I convinced myself that wanting more from you made me difficult.
I stayed even when my gut told me to leave, because I kept hoping the version of you I fell for would come back. I gave you my patience, my understanding, and my energy while slowly losing my own peace in the process. I kept choosing you every day, even when it felt like you were slowly choosing everything else over me.
I ignored the growing emptiness because I didn’t want to believe that I was the only one still holding on. One day you’ll look back and realize how much of myself I gave up just to make things work with you. You’ll remember how I tried to love you without losing myself, and how I stayed soft even when it broke me.
And you’ll understand that what you lost wasn’t just me it was someone who was willing to fight for us even when you had already given up.