Unbottling

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You finally said it. You finally admitted it. You are sick of me. As much as I tried to pretend I did not feel it coming, I did. Deep down, I always knew. You see, I have been sick of myself too. It is hard to admit, but it is true. There is this weight inside, and sometimes it feels like I am the one who is too much for everyone, even for myself. Maybe I am too loud when I should be quiet, or too quiet when I need to speak up. Maybe I demand more than I deserve. And maybe, just maybe, I am not enough for you.

I do not blame you. I do not even blame myself. We both tried, in our own ways, but sometimes, no matter how hard we try, things do not work out. Sometimes, we do not fit anymore. And that is okay. It is just that, sometimes, I wish I could go back to those moments, those little pockets of time when everything felt easy, when we were both happy, and it seemed like nothing could tear us apart.

But wishing does not change anything. It is too late now, and I am starting to accept that. I am learning to let go, piece by piece, even though it hurts more than I ever imagined. Because the hardest part of all this is not the fighting, the confusion, or the tears. It is accepting the truth. And the truth, as painful as it is, is that we were not meant to stay together. 

We never were.

I wanted to hold on, to believe that maybe this time it could work, that maybe we could fix it. But deep down, I knew. And now, I am learning that the hardest thing to do is not hold on. Itis letting go. It's the quiet realization that sometimes, love is not enough to keep two people together. Sometimes, it is just the way things are meant to be.

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