I was everything…..until I wasn’t

There was a time…

when I was everything to you.

You told me you loved me.

I believed you because I loved you too.

With all my heart.

We missed each other constantly, like the space between us was unbearable. Every second apart felt like a lifetime. The connection was real. The love was real. At least, I thought it was.

And let’s not forget…

You took me from someone.

Not once twice.

Because you said you wanted me.

Only me.

You made me believe that I was the one you couldn’t live without. That I was worth everything you risked.

So I chose you.

Again.

And again.

Night after night, we spent together.

Day after day, we were side by side.

We depended on each other.

Emotionally.

Physically.

Spiritually.

You cried with me when things were hard.

You let your guard down.

And I listened.

I acknowledged your pain.

I held it as if it were my own.

Because when you hurt, I hurt.

I never saw you as temporary.

I saw you as home.

But now… now I’m considered just a fling.

A moment.

A passing phase.

How?

How does someone go from being your safe space to being your afterthought?

Somewhere in the middle of our story, the past crept in.

Your past.

Something you hadn’t dealt with. Something that sat between us like a shadow you refused to acknowledge.

And as much as I tried, I couldn’t fight what I couldn’t see.

You started to change.

Little by little, you pulled away.

And the way I loved you fully, completely, fearlessly

was the same way you left me.

Confused.

Hurt.

Asking myself What did I do wrong?

Then came the blame.

You turned my insecurities against me.

You picked apart the little things things that never mattered before.

Things that were part of me, and suddenly… they were the problem.

Why did they only matter at the end?

Why now?

Why like this?

This wasn’t just about attraction.

It wasn’t about sex or attention.

This was love.

Real, raw, complicated love.

And I thought you felt that too.

So when you think of me because I know you do

I hope you remember the good.

I hope you remember the nights we stayed up talking.

The softness in my voice when I spoke your name.

The way I ran to you, showed up for you, gave everything I had without question.

Because I loved you like that.

With everything in me.

But what did I get in return?

A goodbye I never saw coming.

A love turned cold.

A heart shattered without warning.

I was left with silence.

With pain.

With questions that never got answered.

It’s the worst feeling in the world…

To give someone your soul and watch them walk away like it meant nothing.

And still ….still I ask myself what I could have done better.

Could I have loved you harder?

Listened more?

Needed less?

Was I too much?

Was I not enough?

But the truth is…

It’s not that I could’ve done better.

It’s that I deserve better.

I deserved the same love I gave.

The same loyalty.

The same softness and care.

So now I’m learning to love myself the way I loved you.

Completely.

Unapologetically.

Because I am not broken.

I was just too much for someone who wasn’t ready.

And one day, someone will see that love…

And hold it like it’s everything.

Because it is.

Because I am.