Too Real for Half-Love

You were staring at your phone again, weren’t you?

awaiting a message that was never delivered. Telling yourself maybe his network’s bad,

Maybe he’s just busy—again.

But in the core, You knew.

You always knew.

You just didn’t want to admit it,

because if you admitted it, it would become real. And real meant letting go.

Letting go meant acknowledging that maybe you weren’t as important to him as you thought.

You showed him love when he only wanted so little— merely sincerity, a short time, A reply that didn’t take hours to send.

But not him? He gave you just enough to keep you hopeful,

A hasty "miss you" A last-minute "good night" Followed by silence,

Long enough to make you ache,

enough time to make you question whether it was all worth it.Not the kind that gets your blood pumping— Not the chaotic, confusing passion wrapped in uncertainty—

But the calm, steady, reassuring love?

the kind that brings you tranquility, That ensures your safety, That never leaves you wondering.

Has it ever been him?

Because love shouldn’t feel like you’re walking on glass.

It shouldn’t make you question your worth every single day,

or make you double-check your reflection, Wondering if you’re enough for him today.

Real love doesn’t leave you waiting,

Doesn’t make you second-guess yourself constantly.

So please,

Be brave.

Not the kind of brave who hangs in there longer. The kind that lets go.

The kind that says:

"I matter as well." The kind that knows when to stop,

When to stop trying to fix something that was never yours to fix.

He’s not worth the tears,

Not the late-night overthinking,

Not the sensation of being overlooked, Not the endless cycle of waiting for something that will never come.

You weren’t too much.

You were just too real for someone who only knew how to love halfway.

You are light.

You are fire.

You are both tough and kind, You are everything he could have ever imagined. And he?

He was just a lesson.

a valuable lesson to learn from. A lesson you’ll leave behind—

Just like he left you,

Over and over again.

Tonight,

Turn off your phone.

Put it on silent,

And let it be.

Play that song you stopped listening to

because it brought to mind him. Let it hurt for a little while.

Lighting the candle Let it fill the room with warmth,

Let silence be peace,

Not punishment.

And when the ache rises in your chest,

Write it out.

Cry if you need to.

Scream into your pillow if it helps.

But don’t go back.

Not this time.

Don’t let him slip back into your thoughts

He always does this: With his words that felt good for a moment,

But never lasted long enough.

You deserve someone who won’t make you beg

for the bare essentials. someone who will not flinch when they see your light. someone who doesn't run away from you when you need them the most. Someone who shows up,

Who stays,

And who says, “I’m here”—

and actually intends to. Until then,

Be your own safe place.

Be your own home.

Be your own source of strength.

Be the reminder to yourself that you are sufficient, exactly as you are. Be bold. Not for him—

But for you.

Be brave enough to walk away from what isn’t right.

Be brave enough to choose yourself,

Even if it hurts,

Even if it’s hard.

because your value far exceeds what he ever gave you. And one day,

Someone will look at you and see everything you are.

Someone will love you,

Without making you wait.

Someone will choose you,

And you won’t have to wonder if you’re enough.

Because with them, you will always be enough.

Until then,

Let go of the past.

Let go of him.

And let go of control.