ㅤWhen I said @JeeminWends were like an incarnate angel, I wasn’t being poetic; I meant it. She was everything soft and bright, and I was always painfully aware of how misfitted I felt beside her. Every night, I'd replay the looks, the whispers, the way her friends barely masked their disapproval.
ㅤI spiraled, quietly. She kept choosing me, and I kept questioning why. She saw something in me I couldn’t find in myself. And maybe that’s the tragedy. I loved her too much to keep letting my fears ruin her. So I left, not because I stopped loving her, but because I never stopped.

ㅤSaying “I love @GreesachtTaesan” felt too casual, too hollow, for whatever it was we were trying to be. It wasn’t affection, it was performance. We were two self-proclaimed heartless souls, chasing thrill over meaning, distraction over depth. And for a while, it worked. It was reckless and loud, flirting with chaos, crossing lines like we had nothing to lose, mistaking emotional detachment for control.
ㅤBut underneath all that noise, something quieter started growing. Unspoken, fragile, terrifying. The kind of feeling that didn’t fit our script. So we ended it, right before we even fall in love. Because we were scared we actually might.

ㅤBrief, but unforgettable. Me and @Encaanta started as friends, but there was always something soft and quiet lingering between us, something more. So when we finally confessed, it felt inevitable, like we were just giving in to what was already there. But as the days passed, the cracks started to show. The intimacy remained, but the rhythm was off. We loved each other, just not in a way that worked. We kept trying to mold affection into something it couldn’t hold.
ㅤAnd maybe that’s why we broke up, not out of anger, but clarity. We realized too late that some people feel right beside you, just not as someone you're meant to love out loud. So we stepped back, not to undo it, but to preserve what wasn’t broken yet.

ㅤFor all the time me and @tChoiYingzai were together, it always felt like I was kept just outside the door. He never really opened up, and I kept asking myself, was I not trustworthy enough? Was I never the person he'd lean on when it got heavy? He’d grow quiet out of nowhere, sadness taking over without a word, and I was left guessing if I did something wrong. He left me to read between silences and half-hearted reassurances, like I was just a placeholder for something he couldn't admit you needed.
ㅤI spent more time doubting my worth than feeling like I was loved. And now that we’ve broken up, I still don’t know what any of it meant to him. Because, like always, he left me with silence.