The Otit's Diary

02/08/2026

02/08/2026

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01/08/2026

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01/08/2026

I used to believe love was measured by how much of yourself you were willing to give away. So I learned your routines before I noticed my own, remembered your worries before admitting mine, and called every sacrifice a promise that we were building something worth keeping. It never felt like losing myself. It felt like loving you well.

The strange thing about disappearing is that it rarely happens all at once. It happens in ordinary moments—a quiet "yes" when you wanted to say "no," a dream postponed because theirs felt more urgent, a version of yourself that slowly becomes harder to recognize. By the time I noticed the space I'd left behind, I had spent so long filling yours that I no longer knew how to return to mine.

Looking back, I don't think love asked me to become less. I simply believed that devotion meant leaving nothing for myself. And maybe the kindest thing I have learned since then is that love doesn't become smaller when it includes you too. It finally becomes whole.

31/07/2026

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30/07/2026

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