I still love you, but our time has passed...

And you? You had me. But never really.

I carried you in my thoughts, in my dreams, in my prayers. But I was always alone. Alone in our conversations that never happened. Alone in the hugs that became just a memory. Alone in a relationship where I loved for both of us.

How many times have I begged—not out loud, not with tears, but with quiet, unnoticeable actions? How many times have I hoped you would recognize how much you mattered to me? How many times have I convinced myself that one day you would see what was in front of you?

But I can't anymore.

I can no longer be the one who always adapts, who always waits, who always understands. I can no longer look at myself in the mirror and tell myself that this is enough – that YOU are enough.

Because you didn't.

Not because I wasn't worthy of love, but because you never loved me in a way that made me feel like I was truly the only one for you.

Love shouldn't be begging

I will no longer beg for your attention. I will no longer sit next to you and hope that you will finally look towards me, instead of into your world where I am not. I will no longer wait for the words you will never say. I will no longer look for reasons why you cannot love the way I love.

I will no longer be the one who always finds excuses for your absence, your coldness, your indecision.

And that's why I'm leaving.

Not because I don't love you anymore, but because I finally have to love myself.

I deserve someone who will see my worth, not only when I'm gone. I deserve a love that won't be a riddle, that won't be one-sided, that won't be something I have to prove every day.

Maybe one day you'll understand. Maybe it's only when it's too late that you realize what you've lost.

But I won't be there then.

Because sometimes the greatest love is not the one that stays, but the one that knows how to leave.