Honestly, why are we fighting for things that aren’t meant for us?

Why are we making excuses just to hold onto something we want, even when we know it’s bad for us?

We force things that were never meant to be… just because we’re afraid to let them go.

For such a long time, I’ve been holding onto this—hoping for nothing but a happy ending. Wanting something uncertain. Wishing that somehow, a miracle would happen. And while doing that, I’ve had to bear this pain, especially when things spiraled beyond my control.

It hurts so much—because I wanted it to work. I wanted the future I imagined.
But in the end, it started to slowly eat me from the inside.
Pretending everything was okay.
Pretending it wasn’t a big deal.
Disrespecting myself by sending message after message, fooling myself into thinking it would all be fine eventually.

But the truth is, it became more painful… because I was the only one who fought.

I was desperate.

I kept making excuses for them.

I valued their presence more than they ever valued mine.

I was the only one with feelings.

Why… do people like us get treated this way?

When we are so genuine with our emotions.

When we care so deeply.

Do we not deserve a strong, genuine kind of love too?

Are we really meant to go through heartbreak after heartbreak, just to eventually meet the “right one”?

But what if… there is no right one?

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