​I used to be a master at making excuses.

Every time he went cold, I built a story to protect him.

I told myself, “It’s okay, he cares a little.”

​I convinced myself that a little bit of him was better than nothing at all.

But "a little" is a dangerous place to live.

It keeps you trapped, hoping for a change that isn't coming.

​Then, one message exposed everything.

​I had spent days trying to coordinate a simple time for us to meet.

I layout options, adjusted my schedule, and made it as easy as possible.

His response was a single, careless sentence.

​He wrote: "If I have time, I'll let you know, but don't count on it."

​The truth hit me like a splash of cold water.

He wasn't busy; I just wasn't a priority.I looked at my phone and realized I was begging for scraps of love.

​I was treating someone like a king while he treated me like an option.

The illusion didn't just crack this time; it completely shattered.

​That day, I stopped trying to force a puzzle piece that didn't fit.

I deleted the draft I was writing to convince him to care.

I decided that my worth comes first, and I will never let anyone make me negotiate for it again.

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