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I’ve always liked you. Maybe that’s why I can’t quite say it outright.

You’re a writer. So am I. We both know how to live between the lines, how to hide whole conversations inside symbols and half-finished sentences. But I think we’re tired now. Tired of the constant push and pull, of translating feelings instead of speaking them plainly.

And yeah, maybe I’m that quirky girl people tend to like. But beneath all that, I’m just someone who’s exhausted from pretending ambiguity is easier than honesty.

We always read between the lines, gave each other gifts, and honestly, we had a secret connection only we knew the language of. Almost just isn’t enough. It’s killing me.

When it took you a few days to respond to a loved one in crisis. You aren’t anyone to yap about. I lost complete respect and I don’t want you in my life. You couldn’t stand up for him? No one will stand next to you. Believe me. I’m glad the crush is over. It took more time than I wanted, but I’ve blocked you on everything to make sure you aren’t watching me anymore. Wow. I’m free.

It was clear as day it was just a a fantasy. This happens yesterday the day before Mother’s Day. Mother’s Day is today when this post was written. His cousin was being bullied by the friend group and I stood up for his cousin. It was really bad like I couldn’t believe the disrespect. He didn’t say a dang word and I realized why would I ever want someone that won’t even stand up for his own family member? Everything in my mind finally saw clearly. I’m done and I’m free.

I surrender. We never even dated. I tried to follow you back, but you didn't follow me—and that’s when I realized you didn’t care about me as much as I’d believed. So this time, I removed you from everything. I was there for you in every way I could be. We exchanged gifts, built this unspoken connection that felt perfect for over a year. But I see now that somewhere along the way, you lost interest in me.

So today, I’m giving you back the last gift: the gift of removal. I don’t even know if you still thought of me. I was just one of many, wasn’t I?