you didn't lose a man. you lost someone who never planned even a simple date, never surprised you with flowers, and never really tried to meet you halfway. you lost someone who only showed up when it was easy for him. that's not heartbreak, that's freedom. the kind of freedom that comes when you finally realize you were giving so much to someone who gave you so little in return. you learn that love should never feel like begging for attention or accepting the bare minimum. walking away only makes space for someone who will actually show up, put in effort, and treat you the way you deserve.