I loved you enough to ignore the things that should have been red flags. The way you pulled away when I needed you close. The way your words felt warm. But your actions were cold. I told myself it was enough.
The little moments of affection. The glimpses of the person I wanted you to be. I held on to the hope that if I loved you harder, you'd finally see me. I gave and gave until I had nothing left. I bent my boundaries.
Now I'm learning to let go. Not because I stopped loving you. But because I finally started loving myself. I deserve more than almost love. More than waiting for someone who was never ready to give me what I gave them.
Let go of my needs. And became someone I didn't recognize just to make you stay. But the truth is, you can't make someone love you the way you deserve to be loved. And no matter how much I gave, it was never going to be enough for someone who didn't know how to receive it.
It's not easy. Sometimes I miss you. But then I remind myself of all the ways I felt small. Walking away wasn't about giving up on you. It was about choosing me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem