The more I do it alone, the more I hate you. Every time life gets hard, you disappear. Every time I need comfort, I end up calming myself down instead. I've become so used to carrying everything on my own that your presence no longer feels comforting. And honestly, that hurts more than being alone. I wanted a partner, someone who would stay through the hard days too, not someone who only shows up when it's convenient. Love should feel safe, warm, and mutual. But lately, it feels like I'm carrying the relationship by myself. Little by little, exhaustion replaced affection. Eventually, when a person keeps fighting battles alone, they stop expecting anyone to stand beside them at all.