I gave my heart so freely,
thinking love would be enough.
I offered my time,
my patience,
my everything,
hoping it would mean something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But then, as soon as I let myself fall,
I saw their true colors,
their true selves,
and it wasn\u2019t what I wanted.
They only wanted me for moments,
not for forever.
They were here to pass the time,
to have fun,
without ever wanting to commit,
without ever wanting something real.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was like they played a part,
a role that suited them for now,
but when it came time to build,
to promise,
to stay,
they backed away,
distracted by something else,
someone else.
Their love was only a convenience,
a stopgap,
not a destination.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And it hurt.
It hurt to see that
the affection I gave
was met with only temporary interest.
That my hopes for a future
were dashed by their desire.
I thought I was giving them everything
they\u2019d ever want,
but all they needed
was a distraction,
a laugh for the day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I opened my heart,
they revealed the truth.
They never wanted anything lasting,
never wanted the depth
that I was ready to offer.
They just wanted to be entertained,
to pass the time,
never to build a life together,
never to hold on to what we could have had.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was left with the realization
that my love wasn\u2019t enough
to make them stay,
to make them see
the value of what I had to give.
I was just a momentary joy,
a temporary friend,
when I wanted to be something more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So here I am,
left with the ache of knowing
that my love was only a brief stop
on their journey,
and I\u2019m left to pick up the pieces,
to understand that what I thought
was the beginning
was really just a passing moment
in their search for something less serious,
less lasting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s painful,
feeling like my heart was just a place
for them to rest before moving on.
But I\u2019m learning,
slowly,
that not everyone sees the same depth
that I do.
And while it\u2019s hard to accept,
I know that my love
deserves more than just a passing glance,
more than just a mere enjoyment.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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