How many times will you tell yourself that you just need a little more time? And how many times will you push yourself aside, just to stay close to someone who is still undecided?
At first, waiting doesn't seem problematic. It doesn't hurt., does not raise an alarm. It seems like patience, as understanding, as a sign that you know how to love someone without pressure.
You're sure you're doing the right thing by leaving space. But the days go by, the answers stay the same, and you stay put. You are waiting. Not a miracle, but a decision that doesn't happen.
You wait because you believe in the potential.
You believe that things will come together eventually. That he will mature. That he will see. You believe in the potential. In the idea of what it could be if things moved just a little. Every little bit of attention feels like a sign that you haven't been in vain.
But potential is not a relationship. And hope is no substitute for action. While you wait, your life unconsciously adapts to someone else's indecision.
You become the one who always understands.
You no longer ask where this is leading. You don't mention the future. You'd better keep quiet., so as not to seem demanding. You slowly accept less than you said you would. Not because it would be enough, but because you are afraid of losing what little you have.
You don't realize how much space this adjustment takes up. Only after time do you realize that you haven't lost him, but yourself in him.
Ambiguity begins to shape your everyday life
Every message takes on too much meaning. Every silence raises doubts. Joy is no longer spontaneous, but cautious.
It's almost all over. Almost a relationship. Almost closeness. Almost a future. And it almost exhausts you more than you want to admit.
The truth is often clear but unpleasant
If I wanted to, I would try. Not perfect, not ideal, but clear enough so that there would be no doubt. The effort is visible. The presence is felt. The decision is not delayed indefinitely. A long wait is often the answer you don't want to hear.
You don't want to end up waiting for him.
You don't want to look back one day and realize that you spent years waiting. You don't want waiting to become your story.
You don't want life to pass you by., while you were hoping someone else would finally make the decision. You don't want to be the person who was always ready but never chosen.
You deserve more than insecurity.
You deserve clarity. You deserve a relationship without guesswork. A presence without doubts. Someone who loves you and you are theirs. priority. Someone who knows what they want and doesn't keep you waiting. Love is not a guess and it's not a state of readiness. It's a decision.
To leave is to choose yourself.
When you decide to stop waiting, it's not a defeat. It's the moment when you start to come back to yourself. The moment you admit to yourself that you've given enough. When you stop proving that you can wait, and start respecting yourself.
When you step away from all that uncertainty, life starts to move forward — not because someone else finally chooses, but because you choose yourself.
