gary, first of the magi

I realized I was holding on to memories of how things used to be, while silently suffering from what they had become. I didn’t leave because my love ended. I left because I finally understood that I deserved to be loved without constantly begging to feel important. 💔

The saddest part wasn’t walking away from someone I loved; it was realizing how much of myself I had lost trying to make someone see my worth. I kept forgiving, understanding, sacrificing and hoping things would change. Until one day,