t.me/Blondefd

i didn’t leave because i stopped loving him, if anything i loved him in all the wrong ways, the kind that made me lose myself just to keep him close, idzibel was distant in a way i kept trying to understand, always pulling away just when i thought we were getting somewhere, and me, i was the opposite, always reaching, always adjusting, always saying yes even when it hurt, i became everything he needed and nothing i actually was, and somewhere in between his silence and my overthinking, we stopped understanding each other, every conversation felt like guessing, every feeling felt one-sided, like i was speaking a language he never wanted to learn, he never said what he wanted, never made it clear where we were going, and i kept filling in the blanks with hope, convincing myself that if i just tried harder, loved softer, asked less, he would stay, but love shouldn’t feel like constantly apologizing for needing clarity, it shouldn’t feel like begging to be understood, and i started to realize that i didn’t just feel lost in the relationship, i felt small, like i had to shrink just to fit into his world, he deserved someone who didn’t need constant reassurance, someone who wouldn’t question his distance.

and i deserved someone who didn’t make me feel like asking for certainty was too much, but i kept blaming myself anyway, telling myself maybe i was too much, too emotional, too needy, until leaving felt like the only honest thing i could do, not because i wanted to but because staying meant continuing to disappear, and the worst part is i still replay everything in my head, wondering if i could’ve loved him in a way that made him stay, wondering if maybe i was the problem all along, but deep down i know the truth, i was trying to build something with someone who was never really there

t.me/seonghyeonvr

i didn’t leave because i stopped loving him, i left because loving him started to feel like something i had to question every day, kaizore was the kind of person everyone felt close to, the kind who laughed easily, talked easily, made everyone feel seen in a way that felt real, and at first i thought that meant something when it came to me too, i thought maybe i was different, maybe i was the one he chose, but the more i stayed, the more i realized i couldn’t tell where i stood, the way he treated me felt warm, but it was the same warmth he gave to everyone else, the same soft words, the same attention, the same way of making you feel like you mattered, and i kept asking myself if i was special or just another person in the crowd he cared about, and the worst part is he never did anything wrong, he never hurt me on purpose.

he was just him, kind and open and endlessly friendly, but i started to feel invisible in a love that was supposed to make me feel chosen, i kept comparing every little thing, wondering if the way he looked at me was any different from the way he looked at them, wondering if i was overthinking or finally seeing the truth, and somewhere in that constant doubt, i began to lose myself, because love shouldn’t feel like competing for a place that’s supposed to be yours, it shouldn’t feel like you have to search for signs that you matter more than the rest, i wanted to feel certain, to feel like i was his person, not just someone he happened to care about, and i hated myself for needing that, for feeling like i was asking for too much when all i wanted was to be loved in a way that felt clear, so i left, not because he wasn’t good enough, but because i couldn’t keep loving someone who made me question if i was ever different at all, and even now i still wonder if i walked away from something real or just something i wanted to believe was mine, but deep down i know the truth, i was in love with someone who belonged to everyone, and i didn’t know how to be okay with being just one of them

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