Jul 5
You love me, but not enough to choose me without hesitation. You care about me, but not enough to protect my heart. You want me, but not enough to fight for me. You keep me close, but never close enough to make me feel safe.
You call me special. You call me important. You call me yours.
Yet somehow, when life asks for effort, sacrifice, or certainty, I become optional.
And maybe that's what hurts the most.
Not that you don't love me. But that your love always seems to end where mine begins. ♡
