​I thought I was being patient.

I spent weeks waiting for replies that never came.

My phone would sit dark for hours, sometimes days.

​I kept making excuses for him.

I told myself he was just too busy with work.

I told myself love required sacrifice and understanding.

​But there is a thin line between patience and foolishness.

​Then, one rainy Tuesday afternoon, the illusion finally broke.

I had sent a long, heartfelt message the night before sharing my worries.

His reply came sixteen hours later.

​It read: "K, noted."

​Two words. That was all my vulnerability was worth to him.

In that exact moment, I realized I was settling forcrumbs.

I was giving an entire ocean to someone who only offered me a drop of water.

​Love shouldn't feel this complicated.

It should not feel like a constant game of hide-and-seek.

You should not have to beg a person to care about you.

​That day, I finally stopped checking my phone.

I chose my peace of mind over pretending everything was fine.

It hurt to walk away, but staying would have hurt much more.

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