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โ i wouldnโt find the need to tell you โi told you soโ if you werenโt so allergic to admitting iโm rightโbut by all means, keep walking into walls just to prove a point. โ
โ there are better hills to die on, but iโve always had a flair for the dramatic, so this one? this one suits me just fine. โ
โ would you come with me? i know i could go alone, but everything feels a little less terrifying when youโre beside me. โ
โ thatโs not the worst thing iโve ever heard, but itโs definitely in the top tenโand iโve been to family dinners. โ
โ i would love to help you, truly, but iโm currently suffering from a terminal case of 'not my problem' and my doctor says thereโs no cure. โ
โ could you, for just one second, think about someone other than yourself? iโm not asking for a miracleโjust a moment of humanity. โ
โ iโm not going to stand here and argue with you about how badly you need rest. when you crash, donโt expect me to catch you. โ
โ would you be a dear and shut the hell up? thereโs only so much self-centered rambling a person can survive in one sitting. โ
โ i know i need help. i know. but asking for it feels like walking into battle without armorโgive me a second to find the words. โ
โ do you know where weโre going? or are we just letting the chaos guide us now? โ
โ iโm trusting you with this. thatโs not something i give away easily, so pleaseโdonโt make me regret it. โ
โ do you like it here? not the placeโthe moment. the quiet. me. โ
โ are you still happy? and i donโt mean surface-level smiles and small talk. i mean really, truly happy. with me. with this. โ
โ i didnโt lie to you. i just told the truth in a way that made it easier to swallow. if thatโs betrayal, then maybe you never wanted honestyโjust comfort. โ
โ do you even like spending time with me anymore? because lately, it feels like all we do is circle the same argument and call it conversation. โ
โ one of us is going to have to be honest eventually, and iโm starting to think itโs going to have to be meโagain. โ
โ i want to tell you something. something real. something raw. but i keep getting caught in the storm of my own hesitation. โ
โ if you were the religious type, i think iโd still find a way to make you worship me. or at least remember me in your prayers. โ
โ donโt tell me to stop being dramatic. itโs the only thing that makes this unbearable mess of a life remotely entertaining. โ
โ were you ever going to tell me, or were you just hoping iโd eventually give up trying to read your mind? โ
โ i never needed you to fix me. i just needed you to stay when i was falling apart. but even that was too much, wasnโt it? โ
โ sometimes i think you love the version of me that only exists in your head. the quiet one. the easy one. the one who doesnโt talk back. โ
โ iโm tired of being the bigger person. itโs lonely up here and the view isnโt even worth it. โ
โ you donโt get to disappear and then waltz back in like you didnโt shatter something on your way out. โ
โ if you wanted to hurt me, congratulations. you did it with terrifying precision. โ
โ itโs not that i donโt care anymoreโitโs just that caring has become exhausting. โ
โ i donโt know what we are anymore. i donโt know if we ever really knew. โ
โ you keep saying everythingโs fine like youโre trying to hypnotize me into believing it. โ
โ loving you felt like setting myself on fire and pretending it was candlelight. โ
โ i keep telling myself itโll get better, but iโm starting to wonder if thatโs just another bedtime story i made up to survive. โ
โ you canโt just say โiโm sorryโ and expect everything to go back to the way it was. apologies arenโt time machines. โ
โ you left. and somehow, iโm still the one who feels guilty. โ
โ i didnโt push you away. you just stopped reaching out. thereโs a difference. โ
