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
into a love story that only I was living. 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. And now I see it clearly. You didn’t abandon me. You were never fully in. You just let me carry it 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. And 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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