🍋 He didn’t need space — he needed control.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞’𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫. 

Every. Single. Year. 

And every time he came back, I’d think it meant something — that it was timing, or love, or fate. 

It wasn’t. It was routine. 

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 “𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.” 

He was consistent — in his selfishness. 

I used to think I was too sensitive for asking questions, too emotional for noticing the patterns. 

But he knew exactly what he was doing. 

He’d vanish when it got real, and return once I’d softened again. 

Looking back, I realize I was never asking for too much — I was just asking the wrong person. 

💬 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫?

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