I know I have no right to be upset—you never made me promises. But your actions told a different story. You were there, every day, making space for me while making sure other where pushed away. You made me believe in something, made me feel chosen. And now, you’ve changed. You tell me it’s unintentional—that you’re just busy, that life is too much. But you had time before. What changed? I truly believe someone else is taking up your time, yet you still keep me tethered, lingering in uncertainty. Why?
I don’t know what’s best for me yet. Should I just slip away silently? Should I tell you I can’t even hold on to a friendship with you anymore and leave forever? Or do I do nothing, keep pretending like this doesn’t hurt? Maybe I expected too much, but how could I not when you made me feel like you wanted more? Maybe I’m not mourning the loss of you—I’m mourning the sting of rejection.
Why did you change so suddenly, without warning? I think I need space, need distance from you, but I don’t know how to create it. Your friendship doesn’t feel safe anymore—it feels like I’m just here to stroke your ego, held in place in case someone else doesn’t take my spot. I am second choice again. I refuse to be that person. I refuse to keep giving you my energy when all you do is drain it.
It’s time to choose. It’s time to walk away. But do I do it quietly, or do I let you hear the weight of what you’ve done?
Perfect but Different 
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