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.
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Let's celebrate life's little blessings together. A space to share what you're thankful for and cultivate a habit of gratitude. Inspire others and be inspired by the power of appreciation.