there’s a specific kind of pain that comes from realizing you were putting your whole heart into someone who was already sharing theirs elsewhere. staying up late replaying conversations, wondering how to make them happier, softer, safer… while they were giving their attention to someone who didn’t have to try at all. it makes you question your worth, your instincts, your reality. you weren’t too much. you weren’t not enough. you were just loving someone who didn’t protect what you were giving.