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I Finally Accepted It
For the longest time, I kept looking
for reasons to stay. I looked for signs
that you cared. For moments that reminded
me of how things used to be.
For anything that could convince me we
still had a chance. And whenever found
something small...
A text. A smile. A late-night conversation.
I treated it like proof that I should keep holding on.
But the truth is...
When someone loves you, you don't have
to search for evidence.
You don't have to decode their actions.
You don't have to spend every night wondering
where you stand.
Love isn't supposed to feel like solving a mystery.
Yet that's exactly what I was doing.
Trying to find meaning in your silence.
Trying to find hope in your distance.
Trying to find us in a place where "Us"
no longer existed.
Then one day, something changed.
Not in you. In me.
I stopped asking why you weren't choosing me.
And started asking why I kept choosing
someone who wasn't choosing me back.
That question hurt. But it also set me free.
Because for the first time, I understood
something I had been avoiding for months:
The right person won't make you beg for what
they freely give to others.
And no matter how much I loved you...
I couldn't keep loving someone who was
already letting me go.
