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I was so happy to have you back in my life.
From the day I met you, you were all I wanted my partner to be.
You were handsome and funny, creative and kind, and a bit of an introvert.
You have become, at least with me, someone who cares little of effort.
You dont make the time anymore … for anything related to me.
Your friends get the best of you.
Your work absorbs you.
Your hobby feeds you.
Youve grown unkind I think purposely.
I think you wanted to push me away.
You treated me as if what I had to offer was worthless.
I used to want to be enough for you.
I wanted every bit of you so badly that I sank into the deepest of depressions waiting for you.
I was immobile on days.
Hoping you would do something as little as text me wishes for a good day.
That would invigorate me, get me back on my feet, happily participating in the world.
That didnt happen often enough.
Instead, I got anxious.
I know you arent who youve become with me.
There is a light in you that I dont have the power to turn on.
I know that I at least tried, and I know that Im tired.
What youve done to me has done something to me.
I, too, have become someone else.
Someone who has the strength to choose herself.
Someone with love, who knows what effort is and makes it.
The anxiety is still there, but it hits differently when its not matters of the heart.
I didnt want this.
You will be missed, as you have been.
I wish you a wonderful reunion with the you, you dream to be.
kindly take care of yourself.
