I ended it with hate...As much as ever loved
I ended the whole story... by choosing myself.
Many relationships.
Didn't end from hate
But it's caused by fatigue.
Tired of trying to be on one side.
Tired of having to explain repeated feelings.
Tired to feel smaller and smaller.
To make someone comfortable.
Some kind of love
Doesn't make us feel more like ourselves.
But it gradually makes us doubt our own worth.
"Are we not good enough?"
"Where are we wrong?"
"Why is he so easy to choose others?"
These questions are in my head.
Like a never-ending echo.
And one day,
We may cry until there are no tears left.
Not because he wants him back
But because he began to see
We are disappearing from our own lives.
Some people think that choosing yourself is selfish.
But the truth
It is to stop hurting yourself.
It is to accept that
Good love
Shouldn't make us feel worthless.
It's to say to yourself, "That's enough."
Enough not to run after people who never turn around.
Enough not to blame yourself every time love breaks.
Enough not to exchange dignity.
With the words "There is still hope."
Choosing yourself
Not to immediately remove him from life.
It may still miss
Still hurts
There are still some nights that accidentally open old pictures.
But different in that
This time we didn't want to go back.
We're just slowly coming back to ourselves.
Some stories.
We didn't end because of love.
We end
Because starting to love myself more
That's probably the most appropriate ending then.
For a heart that's been through so much pain.
If you're hurting today,
I want you to know
That you're still standing here.
Still breathing
Still trying
It means you're stronger than you think.
And someday,
A new love.
Won't cost you your own identity.
Because you already know that.
You're worth enough.
Even no one chooses you.
You can choose yourself.
And that's enough.






























































































