Thank you to that one singular post

It took me one year, four separate chances where every time I sat ang thought that "it'll be different" for each time. And for only one singular post that knocked some senses into me.

Thank you.

Because, I am tired and fed up with how I kept rewriting the same story in my mind, where I kept giving you the benefit of the doubt, where I keep stretching hope until it never felt like hope anymore.

And the worst part? every time we stop, it didn't feel new to me. It felt familiar-and it pains me that I've gotten so used to a pattern-how I managed to normalize it as if its something a part of us.

It was the same cycle, over and over again. same conversations, same issues, same damn music that I kept replaying every time it felt off, same temporary fixes that felt good for a moment and then faded just as fast. We weren't growing, we were looping. I kept calling it progress when it was really just repetition in a different font.

Four chances is insane. One should've been enough to give me a clear sign. Two, maybe. But four? that was me choosing this potential you over logicality every single time. That was me holding onto what you could be instead of accepting who you were actually.

I was learning how to stay instead of learning when to leave.

And to that singular post, it hits me all at once: we were simply not just meant for each other. We don't wont. We never really did.

But despite all of this, I can't help it-my heart still aches knowing it always ends the same way, with me losing you.

So thank you to that one post for finally making me see what I kept refusing to.

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pot Relationships April 22, 2026 at 5:08 pm 3 0