
24/05/2025
One day, you'll look back and realize how many times I tried to connect with you, but you wouldn't listen. You'll remember how often I shared my feelings with you, and you brushed them off. You'll recall that I warned you that I was slipping away, but you didn't believe me. You'll cherish the kind things I did for you that you once took for granted. You'll remember the times I set my pride aside to save us, even when you were wrong. You'll smile thinking 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.
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