Someone who gave a little fu*k

 You held me like a protected treasure, while quietly teaching yourself how to let me go. Intensity is not stability…it cannot grow.

I mistook your attention for safety.

Your words for truth.

Your almost love for something I could build a home inside.

I cared for you beyond your charm, beyond the morning chemistry and emotional songs.

I saw the hurting parts of you that didn't want to stay.

But betrayal isn't always another person.

Sometimes it's realizing someone watched you while knowing they could never meet you there.

And still…I don't hate you.

I hate the ache of remembering who you were before reality arrived.

Because the cruelest part wasn't losing you.

It was discovering I was grieving someone who never existed.