When Love Isn't Enough

For ten years, I held on, loving him even when it hurt, even when I was breaking. I believed love could fix us, that if I fought hard enough, we'd make it. I gave him everything-my heart, my soul, my entire being-but it was never enough to make him stay.

I endured sleepless nights, tears, and the constant ache in my chest because losing him felt unbearable. Even when he hurt me, I clung to the moments he made me feel loved, moments that gave me hope we'd last forever.

But now, I'm tired. Tired of fighting for something that keeps slipping away. Tired of hoping for a change that never comes. I love him, and a part of me always will, but I can't keep breaking myself for someone who doesn't see my worth.

Letting go is the hardest thing I've ever done, but it's the only way. Maybe we need this space to grow, to heal. Maybe one day, when the time is right, we'll find our way back to each other. But for now, I need to stand on my own, even if it means walking away from the person I thought I'd love forever.