It hurts to let go

 I try. I try so hard, every time. I give people chance after chance, hoping that this time it’ll be different, that maybe they’ll see the effort, feel the love, and meet me halfway. I hold on, even when it’s tearing me apart because I don’t want to give up on someone I care about.

But there comes a moment, after trying and trying, when I realize something painful: I can’t be the only one fighting. I can’t keep breaking myself to fix something that isn’t mine to fix. No matter how much love I pour in, I can’t make someone show up for me the way I’ve shown up for them.

So I reach a point where I have nothing left to give. Not because I didn’t try hard enough, but because I’ve tried so much that I’ve lost pieces of myself along the way. And I realize that walking away isn’t quitting,it’s survival. It’s reclaiming the parts of me that I’ve spent trying to save someone else.

It hurts to let go, but it hurts more to hold on to someone who doesn’t see your value.