I gave the best parts of me. The softest parts. The loyal parts. The parts I didn’t even know I had left. And still… It wasn’t enough. Still, I was misunderstood. Still, I was left holding silence instead of reciprocity. I shared my story. I shared my heart. I shared my truth. And instead of love, I was met with distance. Dismissal. Discomfort. So yeah, I asked myself—what was the point of sharing? Maybe the lesson wasn’t about them at all. Maybe the lesson was about me. About learning to love without losing myself. About giving without abandoning me. About finally choosing to see my own value, even if they don’t. Over-loving didn’t make me weak. Being rejected didn’t make me unworthy. It made me wiser. It made me clear. It made me ready to stop performing for love that can’t hold me. Lesson learned. But I’m still love. Always was.