It's not that I didn't know when it was time to walk away. I knew. But I stayed - because I needed to be sure. Because part of me still believed that if I just loved harder, showed up more, held on tighter... maybe things would change. I needed to know I had given it everything. And I did. But all I got in return was inconsistency, empty promises, and effort that never matched mine. Eventually, I had to face the truth: No matter how deeply I loved, I couldn't force someone to meet me there. That's when I let go. Not because I stopped caring, but because I finally started choosing myself. And that changed everything.