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For a long time, I thought patience

was a form of love. So I waited.

I waited for your messages.

I waited for your effort.

I waited for the version of you that

used to make me feel important.

And every time you pulled away,

I convinced myself there was a reason.

Maybe you were busy.

Maybe you were overwhelmed.

Maybe tomorrow would be different.

But tomorrow kept turning into another tomorrow.

And before I knew it, I had spent months

waiting for something that wasn't coming back.

The hardest part wasn't accepting that you changed.

The hardest part was accepting that I already knew.

Deep down, I knew.

I knew every unanswered message meant something.

I knew every broken promise meant something.

I knew every time I felt alone with

you meant something.

I just wasn't ready to face it.

Because sometimes the truth hurts

less when you ignore it. Until one day, it doesn't.

One day, you wake up exhausted.

Not from loving them.

But from carrying a relationship by yourself.

And that's when I finally understood:

The right person won't leave you wondering

if you matter. They'll make sure you know.

Every single day.