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to my avoidant denden,
I won’t beg this time. Not because I stopped caring, but because I’m starting to understand that love shouldn’t feel like I have to keep proving I’m worth staying for. I see you. Even in your silence. I notice how you disappear when things get overwhelming, how you choose distance over confrontation. And I’ve tried, I really did, to meet you where you are without losing myself in the process. But loving you quietly has been the loudest pain I’ve ever felt. I kept telling myself na “intindihin mo s’ya, gan’to lang talaga siya” while slowly, ako naman yung nauubos. I stayed patient, I stayed soft, even when I felt ignored, even when I felt like I was the only one holding on. And maybe you’ll never fully realize how much I chose you in moments where it would’ve been easier to walk away. I don’t hate you. I don’t blame you. But I’m finally accepting that I can’t be the only one fighting for something that’s supposed to be ours. I hope you understand that I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you. I stepped back because I had to start choosing myself too. And if one day you learn how to stay, I hope you remember someone once loved you this gently, this patiently, this real. But for now, I’m letting go of the version of you that only exists when it’s convenient.
Still soft, just not losing myself anymore.
2026-05-07 19:47:29