u/free2beme-

It hurts to watch someone you love ruin their life for a fantasy,
when you are standing right there, willing to give them something real.

Is it the thrill of the chase, the promise of something just out of reach, the fantasy of being wanted, or the need to be someone’s savior?

Maybe real love feels too quiet
when chaos has become familiar. Maybe peace feels empty when the heart has learned to chase storms.

But my love was pure.
It wasn’t a game.
It wasn’t a chase.
I didn’t need to be rescued,
and I never needed you to save me.

I simply wanted to love you, to stand beside you, to share the ordinary moments, the laughter, the adventures, the hard days and the beautiful ones.

I was right there and somehow, you kept looking for something you believed would make you whole, while overlooking the love that was already holding out its hand.

I can’t compete with a fantasy.
I can’t convince someone to choose what is real.

All I can do now is let go with a heart that still loves you, and hope someday you understand the difference between being wanted
and being truly loved.

Goodbye my love.

I’m not sure I can ever look at you the same. You have always had moments of disrespect that I over looked and that is on me for believing in you. This weekend felt like a cruel act of betrayal so cold and calculus. Do better! Respect people!

Ugh I’ve been back and forth so much on what to do. Try to repair a friendship based on hope? In hopes we grow from friends to a loving and nurturing relationship we once had. The unfortunate reality is I’m always so hopeful and the reality is there really is no effort from your side other the random text here and there attached to words of false hope.
I’ve been dazed and confused for to long. Time to find wants meant for me as I wish the same for you. Your kindness will never be forgotten and I always will have love for you.

Seeing you after months reignited something I didn’t realize I was missing. I missed so much about us—the ease, the conversation, your smile, your kindness. I know life became imperfect between us, but part of me wishes we could hit reset and meet again, knowing what we know now and accepting each other as we are. I miss you! I miss us!