A Quiet Ending to Something I Almost Felt

Tonight, it’s raining hard. Not because the sky is sad, maybe just like me, it needs to let something out.

I won’t pretend this was a great love.
It wasn’t.
I didn’t love him deeply. I didn’t fall hard. I was hesitant, unsure. I was passive.
But his effort, his attention, the way he made me feel seen… that’s what touched me.
And slowly, I let myself believe maybe this could become something.

But now I realize it wasn’t love.
It was me being moved by someone’s persistence, not someone’s sincerity.
And when the persistence fades and the respect slips away,
there’s nothing left to hold on to.

He said sorry. He always says sorry. But sorry doesn’t carry weight when your actions repeat the hurt.
This isn’t heartbreak. It’s clarity.
This isn’t the end of a great love. It’s the end of a little lie I told myself.

So tonight, I say goodbye.
Not because I loved too much,
but because even in the small beginnings, I deserve something real.