What made me finally detach was asking myself if this was the kind of love I wanted for the rest of my life. If the silence, bare minimum effort, and constant feeling of being unseen were all I would ever receive. I realized love should never feel like begging for attention or asking someone to care. It shouldn't feel lonely when someone is right beside you. Slowly, I became emotionally tired. Not angry or bitter, just exhausted from always hoping things would change. Tired of waiting, understanding, and making excuses for the same pain. That was when I slowly started letting go. I understood that staying in a place where I felt unvalued would only teach me to settle for less, so I finally chose myself, my peace, and the love I deserve.