Maybe one day you’ll understand this:
I never wanted a battlefield.
I never wanted loud arguments or quiet distance.
All I ever wanted was to feel chosen…
to feel safe…
to feel like love didn’t have to be earned like a prize.
It was never me against you.
It was me trying to hold together something I valued.
Me trying to protect the softness between us.
Me trying to show up in the ways I once wished
someone had shown up for me.
You called it “too much.”
Too emotional.
Too intense.
But what I gave wasn’t pressure—
it was care.
The kind of love that stays when things get tough,
not the kind that disappears when it becomes inconvenient.
I never wanted you to doubt yourself.
Ironically, you made me doubt myself every day.
And maybe one day, you’ll look back and see it:
I wasn’t trying to control anything.
I wasn’t demanding perfection.
I was just trying to love you
in the only honest way I knew—
even when you kept pushing me further away Vasq.
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