Figuring Out
In the quiet corners of my mind, I grappled with the belief that the departure of those I held close was a consequence of my own inadequacies. Did I fail to anchor myself in their lives, drifting in inconsistency? Perhaps my struggles to articulate intentions left an ambiguous trail, and in their uncertainty, they perceived a lack of authenticity. Yet, paradoxically, I recognized the depth of my thoughtfulness and the earnest love that emanated from my heart. Was it my earnestness that misdirected my priorities? The departure was not a sudden vanishing act but a gradual fading. They lingered in physical presence but seemed oblivious to the silent echoes of my emotions. I question whether I unwittingly place them at the nucleus of my universe, eclipsing everything else?
