How did you keep showing up for people who kept walking away? Because for so long, I believed love meant staying - even when it hurt. I kept showing up for people who couldn't meet me halfway. I answered messages that went unread, made plans that fell through, offered pieces of myself to those who never offered anything back. Every time they left, it cracked something inside me, but I kept pretending I was fine. I told myself they'd come around, that maybe if I just tried harder, they'd finally see my worth. There were nights I stared at my phone, wondering if I was too much, or not enough. I kept questioning if love was something I had to earn by proving I could withstand being forgotten. Some days I swore I'd stop caring, but somehow I always found myself reaching again - because letting go felt like giving up on hope itself. But I'm learning now that the real strength isn't in showing up for people who don't stay - it's in finally showing up for myself. It's in saying, I deserve more than almost love. Maybe loving myself, even when it's lonely, is how I finally stop breaking my own heart.❤️