I won’t beg for your attention.
I really liked you. A lot more than I wanted to admit. And maybe, in another life or a different moment, that would’ve been enough. But I’ve reached a place in my life where I’ve had to draw the line between love and self-respect.
I’m not going to beg anymore. Not for your time. Not for your attention. Not for a message, a call, or a sign that I matter. I’ve been there before, waiting, wondering, checking my phone like maybe this time it’ll be different. But I’ve learned that when someone wants you in their life, you don’t have to beg for a seat at the table.
I deserve more than crumbs. More than being an option. More than being kept around when it’s convenient or when you're lonely. I know what I bring to the table. My heart. My presence. My loyalty. My effort. And I’m done trying to prove that to someone who’s unsure.
You could like me. And I could love you. I did love you, in my own quiet way. But if you can’t give me the place I deserve in your life, then as much as it hurts, I have to walk away.
It’s not anger. It’s clarity. It’s not bitterness. Its boundaries. It’s not about giving up. It’s about finally choosing me.
I won’t keep showing up for someone who barely notices I’m there. I won’t make excuses for being overlooked. I won’t shrink myself to fit into your half-hearted version of love.
So this is me saying goodbye, not because I stopped caring, but because I finally started caring about myself.
I won’t beg for your attention. I know my worth now. And I deserve more.