#relationshis

you weren’t good for me. and that’s the hardest part to admit.

you were the most normal man I ever dated, which somehow made it worse— because I really thought this one would work.

I’m tired of forcing things that were never meant to bloom. maybe we were always supposed to stay strangers, two people who passed too close and mistook it for fate.

and yet— no matter how much time goes by, the sparks still show up uninvited. the butterflies never learned how to leave 🦋

I really thought you could be the one. delusional, right? 😄 I just loved your energy too much. your calm. your ambition. the way you wore structure like armor.

maybe I didn’t love you— maybe I loved the idea of you. and that’s not fair, you never asked to be placed on a pedestal I built myself.

maybe I was too much for you. too intense. too soft. too childish in the ways that matter.

it always felt like you only saw the surface of me— never the core, never the depth I was offering with shaking hands.

you don’t choose who you connect with. you don’t choose chemistry. I didn’t want to like you. but I did. and it hurt because it was too strong to survive on one side alone.

you never really liked me. you liked the power that came from being liked. you said otherwise, but your actions never matched the words.

and I deserve better than misalignment.

maybe you cared in your own way. you showed up sometimes. you listened well. but you never fully let me in. there was always a distance— emotional unavailability disguised as calm.

you were afraid to open the door, even though I would have never hurt you.

I kept these thoughts quiet, too personal to say out loud. but I saw your potential. I believed in who you could become— and if you ever chose growth, you’d be unstoppable.

you just weren’t ready. not for that. and not for me.

I hated how I lost control around you. how weak I felt. how I kept breaking my own rules— and I would’ve kept doing it if I hadn’t walked away.

maybe you could never love me because you don’t love yourself 🥺

I searched for something stronger than us. dated others. tried to forget you. even tried to make you jealous. nothing worked.

but I learned this— chasing is never the answer.

no one ever compared to you. you had everything I thought I wanted. all I ever wanted was you.

and yet you always made me feel like I’d never be enough.

my self-respect is louder now than the feelings I still carry.

I wanted you. but now—