In the depths of who we were, a delicate thread connected us. You navigated the intricate maze of my emotions, leaving me torn between lover and confidant as I clung to every granule of breadcrumbed affection. Your insistence on a platonic connection was consistently interrupted with a plunge into pseudo-romance. Abandoned on the sidelines of submission, I screamed for clarity amidst the whirlwind of your warmness. Was I foolish to hold on to those fleeting moments?
I swayed with the tides of your ever-changing sentiments because my heart yearned to be loved, however transient it was. Utterances of a future entwined sent my hopes soaring like a paper plane before tempestuous wind rushed to shoot it down, the same way you did when you shared tales of another with me. Godspeed.
Was it fair for you to expect me to mirror your joy while my own happiness stained your hands? Did the torment etched across my face not alarm you? The hurt that gnawed at my soul as I watched you fall elsewhere, while I remained affixed to something that teetered between ecstasy and anguish? I was dismissive, perhaps to a fault. And in your pursuit of love, you wielded me as a mere pawn in your game.
But even in the midst of the turmoil, a flicker of strength began to burn within me. No longer did I disrespect myself enough to hold on for the sake of a love that hung in limbo. It seemed that some enigmas were just not worth deciphering. I rose, reclaiming the fragments of all things shattered, and learned to pour that energy into myself, finally letting go of what was never truly mine.
- Aurora Z.
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