I left first, I begged last.

A story about loving someone first, losing them by choice, and realizing too late what they truly meant. I confessed, she followed a week later, and for a moment we were mutual-almost real. But exhaustion made me walk away in December, and that single decision changed everything. Now I'm the one chasing, holding onto memories she already buried. She no longer waits, no longer hopes, because she gave up on me long before I learned how to stay. This is a story about regret, timing, and the kind of love you only understand once it's gone.