i've been the one who walked away, the one who left someone wondering why they weren't enough.
i made someone get attached to me, let them believe in a version of us i knew i couldn't stay for. i held on just long enough to feel wanted,
then slipped through their fingers like it meant nothing.
but it wasn't nothing. it was me, running from emotions i didn't know how to handle. it was me,
too afraid to say the words, too selfish to let them go sooner.
and now,
i carry the weight of knowing
I became someone's heartbreak.
their questions, their late-night overthinking,their silent tears—
those are because of me.
i replay it sometimes, the look in their eyes when they realized i wasn't staying. how they searched for answers
in a goodbye that i never really explained.
and maybe that's my punishment— knowing that even if i move on, a part of me will always wonder if i could have done it differently. if i could have hurt them less.
but the truth is,
i was scared of being loved. and in my fear,
i forgot how much it hurts to love someone