not doing it anymore..

One day, you will look back and realize how many times I tried to talk to you, but you wouldn’t listen. You will remember how often I told you that your behavior is hurting me, and you brushed it off. You will remember that I warned you that I was slipping away, but you didn’t believe me. You’ll recall all the kind things I did for you that you took for granted. You’ll remember the times I set my pride aside to save us, even when you were wrong. You’ll think about my kisses, my hugs, my laughter, and the little things I did for you. You’ll remember how I looked at you, cared for you, and said, “I love you” while holding your face. You’ll remember my jokes, my quirks, and even what you called my “toxicity” ~ which was really just me refusing to overlook your mistakes. I made you important, but you didn’t do the same for me. Now, you’ll face my silence and my absence. 😌 Because when someone stops asking for attention and trying to talk, it means they’ve given up and have no fight left. You may think you love me in your own way, but I don’t want that kind of love anymore. You’ll remember everything I did to stay and everything you did to push me away. And you’ll miss me, always. ❤️‍🩹💔