The truth about why I stopped writing to you

Maybe you think that I was not interested, or that I just didn’t care. Maybe it was a fluke. Maybe I met another. But the truth is that I am deeply not indifferent to you. I wanted you and only you. In fact, for a very long time, I refused to many people, because I thought you felt the same to me. Maybe it was all in my head, but I thought that I could not let go of what I was feeling.
Until I had to do it.

I thought that if I give you time, you will come to me. But then I realized that it was like waiting for a train that is not even on the schedule. I waited for someone who was not even on the horizon. Maybe you were physically close by, but emotionally you held me at arm's length.

When we looked at each other, it seemed you wanted me to be someone else. I was always so happy to be there, but you made me feel that I was inconveniencing you. And suddenly I began to be embarrassed and doubt who I was and what I was doing. I was terribly afraid to do something wrong. I was afraid of losing you, but then I realized that you were not even mine, so that I would lose you.

I could not continue to give you my emotions when you could not respond to me in return.I kept wondering if you were enough for me and what else can I do.

The truth is, I never did care. I'm just tired of worrying too much about you and our relationship.

I'm tired of trying so hard.

And now you have not heard anything from me for a few days, and then weeks. I don't know if you even noticed my absence.

The truth is, I didn't mean to bother you. Call and not hear the answer. To stare at your phone and wait for you to write first.

Something's changed in you. And maybe this is how you looked at me.

Maybe something happened to you.

Or maybe you just became indifferent.

But the truth is that I was afraid to give my heart to the fact that I was not so sure of my. I tried very hard, but even the best people can not do it endlessly for someone who is not sure what he feels. You were cold and hot. Your insecurity drained me, because I was so confident in you, I did not even doubt that I feel.

It hurts me, I miss you, but I know that it will be even harder to continue to seek your attention and time. So I just expect you to miss me the same way. That you also feel something.But even more, I expect you to show me all this, because I cannot do everything alone. Maybe this day will never come, and maybe I will have to accept it and go further.

Knowing that you are loved is, of course, good for self-esteem.But when these feelings are not mutual - this is a feeling of complete defeat, as if you are trying to maximum, but this is still not enough.

I can no longer be the first to say "Hello", fearing that one day you will say "Goodbye forever." So I beat you up. It hurt just to get up and leave. I did not want to make a scene, because I just did not say anything. But it was painful for me to leave someone who meant so much to me.

Just know: I hope you find what you are looking for.

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