Unbottling

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Do you ever look back at a time when you felt important to someone. Like you really mattered? Like everything you did, everything you said, held meaning to them? I used to feel that way. For a time, you made me feel special. I was not just another name on your phone. I was someone you wanted to talk to, someone who made your day a little brighter. And I loved that. It made me feel seen, like I was worth the time.

But now, I cannot help but worry. Is it just me overthinking, or is it real? There are moments, quiet ones, when I wonder if I am boring you. If all the things I say have become too much. It is a terrible feeling, isn't it? When you start questioning if you have lost your place in someone's heart. When the texts do not come as often, when the excitement of seeing your name on my screen fades away.

You used to fill my phone with your name. Every notification from you was like music, something I could not wait to hear. It made my world feel like it had purpose, like I was not invisible. But things change. We both know that. The world doesn't stop moving just because we want it to, and neither do people. And as much as I hate to admit it, your name does not light up my phone as often anymore. And when it does, I have to blink a few times, just to make sure it is really you.

It hurts more than I thought it would, this quiet shift between us. I used to wake up to a flood of messages, the ones that started my day with a smile. Now, it is nothing. I don't even remember the last time you sent a message just to check in, just to say something, anything. What is worse is how your words have changed. They are not as sweet as they once were. And I can feel it. It is like the warmth is gone.

I do not even know when it happened, but now, unless I say "I love you" first, I do not hear it from you anymore. And when you do say them, it is not the same. It does not feel like it used to. The kindness that used to light up my heart now feels like something I have to reach for, something I have to beg for.

And it hurts. More than I can explain. Because I know that things change, but this? This feels like something that is fading. Something that once meant so much, and now... now I'm not so sure anymore.

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