Maybe I Gave Too Much
Maybe I became too easy to find.
I answered every message, stayed through every silence, and gave pieces of myself without asking for anything in return. I made loving you feel effortless, and somewhere along the way, you forgot that even the people who stay can eventually leave.
I kept choosing you.
On the days I was exhausted, when my own heart needed comfort, I still made space for yours. Not because I felt obligated, but because loving you felt natural to me.
But people sometimes become so familiar with constant love that they stop recognizing its worth.
That’s the quiet kind of pain no one talks about.
You continue giving with genuine intentions while the other person slowly treats your efforts as something expected instead of appreciated—as if your presence is guaranteed, no matter how little they give back.
Eventually, I grew tired too.
It’s exhausting to keep pouring your heart into someone when you’re no longer sure if they still choose you the way you choose them.
I began noticing what I used to ignore.
The conversations became shorter. The effort became smaller. I was always the one reaching out, trying to hold together something that felt like it was already slipping away.
Yet I stayed.
Not because I lacked self-respect, but because I believed love deserved one more chance.
Now I’m realizing that love should never make you question your value.
You shouldn’t always be the one adjusting, chasing, or carrying the relationship just to keep someone from leaving.
So yes, maybe I was too available.
But today, I’m learning that my time, my energy, and my heart are valuable. My presence is a privilege, not something that should be taken for granted or expected without appreciation.
