I wasn’t trying to control you.
I was trying to build with you.
I told you what hurt me. I told you what made me feel unsafe. I told you where my boundaries were. And every time it happened again, a small part of me felt less chosen.
At some point, it stopped feeling like a mistake.
It started feeling like a decision.
And I had to face the truth: I can’t keep loving someone who won’t stand beside me the way I stand beside them.
I didn’t leave because I stopped caring.
I left because I finally started caring about myself.
If you see yourself in this, save it.
And choose yourself before you disappear in someone else’s choices.