@sky_malcolm: I remember sitting in his car at night, and he was telling me about his day. I wasn't really listening. I was just watching him talk and thinking, "Please don't leave yet. Please just stay for one more hour." I never told him that. I was always the "cool" girl. The one who never got mad when he went out with his friends. The one who said, "It's totally fine, we can reschedule," when he canceled because he was tired. I never even checked his phone. I never demanded to know where he was. I was so low-maintenance that I practically made myself invisible. And for a long time, I thought that was a virtue. I thought I was being the perfect girlfriend. I thought if I just gave him enough space, enough freedom, enough peace — he would look at me one day and realize how lucky he was. But apparently men don't work like that. They don't look at the woman who accepts everything and think, "Wow, she's a keeper." They look at her and think, "She's not going anywhere." And the moment they know you're not going anywhere, they stop trying. You become furniture. Comfortable, familiar, but not something they have to work for. There was this one night. We were at a party. He was talking to some girl for like 40 minutes. Laughing, leaning in. And I just stood there, holding my drink, smiling at people, pretending I wasn't dying inside. When we got home, I didn't say a word about it. I just went to bed. And he never brought it up. Because he knew I wouldn't. I used to think the problem was that I wasn't pretty enough, or smart enough, or exciting enough. But looking back... the problem was that I was too safe. I gave him a hundred percent of my loyalty before he gave me twenty percent of his. I was so afraid of being "too much" that I became nothing at all. And now I see girls who scream, who cry, who throw their phones at walls, who demand to be seen — and they get chosen. They get fought for. And I'm not saying that's healthy, I'm not saying I should have been toxic. But I do wonder... if I had just said "No, you can't talk to her like that in front of me", would he have stayed? Or would he have left either way? Honestly, I don't know anymore. Maybe I was never the one he wanted. Maybe I was just the one who was there. I don't have a happy ending for you. I'm still figuring it out. But if you're reading this and you're the "good girl" who always keeps the peace... just know that peace doesn't always come with a ring.

sky malcolm 🌙

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