You didn’t break my heart, you broke the illusion I had of you. The version of you I created, while ignoring the version that kept showing up. I kept painting over red flags with softer colors, kept rewriting your actions.
Writing you into a love story that only I was living. I kept hoping that if I just loved harder, you’d eventually meet me there. But the truth is, you were never coming. You were standing still, while I was sprinting toward a future you never asked for. Now I see it clearly. You didn’t abandon me, you were never fully in. You just let me carry it all.
All the effort, the love, the hope, until I ran out of strength and finally put it down. So no, you didn’t break my heart.
You broke the version of reality I built to justify your inability to show up. In a strange way, I’m thankful, because now I don’t have to wonder. Now I can finally stop waiting. Now I can finally choose me.
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