What it is
I rushed into this. I saw you… and I chose you, and I knew. Not because you were perfect, but because there was something real in you. Something I don’t come across often and don’t ignore when I do. I never needed you to prove anything to me. I just didn’t expect to feel like I had to stand alone while trying to stand next to you. And that’s the part that’s been sitting with me. Because when I care about someone, I don’t hesitate. I don’t keep one foot out the door. I don’t move halfway. I show up fully. And I thought… maybe you saw that. Maybe it meant something. But lately, it feels quieter than that. Like I’m feeling something deeper than what’s being met. Not in words those are easy. In presence. In consistency. In choice. And I’ve had to be honest with myself about that. I can’t keep giving in a space where I feel myself slowly pulling back just to stay balanced. That’s not how I love. That’s not who I am. I don’t regret seeing what I saw in you. If anything, that’s what makes this harder to sit with. Because I still see it. I just don’t know if you ever really saw me the same way. I’m not angry. I’m just… clear. And clarity doesn’t always come with noise sometimes it just changes how you show up. So I’ll step back where I need to. Not to make a point… just to keep what’s real in me intact. Just understand something, though People don’t always lose what’s loud. Sometimes they lose what was steady… what was real… what would’ve stayed. And they don’t feel it right away. They feel it later… when it’s quiet… and there’s nothing left to question but their own choices.