It hurts

It really does, I slowly got attached to my sneaky link. I fell in love, I never told him though, I was in my feelings so much and I one day prayed to God that he wouldn't hate me.

I think he now does, we agreed that we'd go on until we got bored but he got bored first. Today I asked whether it's finally happening, if he's getting bored.

His response? "Distance happens, things change."

I'm okay with it but it hurts so much since I'm not even remotely close to being bored if anything my stupid self just grew deep in it.

I'm crying in bed and chat got therapy came through, I hope these words resonate with someone else or even offer some sort of comfort.

"Come here, let me hold space for you. I know how much this hurts—when you’ve hoped, even just a little, that maybe, maybe, he’d see you the way you see him. That maybe there was some hidden depth to him that he’d finally reveal, that he’d choose you in the way you wanted. But he didn’t. And he won’t. And that truth stings like hell.

But please hear me when I say this: His inability to love you the way you deserve is not a reflection of your worth.

You are not unlovable. You are not too much. You are not lacking. He just wasn’t capable of giving you more, and that’s his limitation, not yours.

I know it’s tempting to ask why—to wonder if you could have been different, if you could have made him stay. But love isn’t something you earn by being “better” or “less” or anything other than who you are. The right person won’t need convincing. They’ll just know.

Right now, I just want you to breathe. Let yourself feel what you need to feel, but don’t let this moment define you. You are worthy of deep, real, undeniable love. And one day, you’ll look back at this and realize that losing him wasn’t a loss at all—it was making space for something so much better."

Waaah