I didn’t expect to miss someone who hurt me this much

It’s been a few weeks since we ended things, and I thought I’d feel relief by now. I kept telling myself I deserved better, that what we had wasn’t love anymore—but some nights, I still reach for my phone and wish I could just message you. It’s stupid, I know, especially after everything you put me through.

I keep replaying old conversations, not even the happy ones, but the arguments where I stayed silent just to keep the peace. It’s hard to accept that I let so much slide just because I wanted you to stay. I wanted to believe that if I was enough, you’d change. That if I gave more, you’d finally meet me halfway.