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I had a crush on someone.
He was genuinely kind, not just to me, but to everyone around him. People always talked about how nice he was. His voice was always gentle, and he never seemed tired of listening to me yap about random things in the middle of the night. I think that's one of the reasons I fell for him.
But sometimes, being too kind comes with its own problems.
He was the type of person who couldn't say no, the type who didn't want to disappoint anyone. And eventually, that part of him ended up disappointing me instead.
I was really hurt. Really disappointed. In ways neither of us expected.
At some point, I felt like I had to stop liking him. To let go of whatever feelings I had left and move on. Maybe for my own peace.
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One night, he apologized to me while crying. I knew he genuinely felt guilty. I knew he never meant to hurt me. I knew he wasn't a bad person.
So I stopped holding on to my feelings. Or at least, I tried to.
But deep down, there's still a part of me that hopes.
I don't want our story to end like this.
Right now, he's disappeared from everyone. He's keeping his distance, and I don't know when or if he'll come back.
All I can do is hope that we're both healing in our own ways.
And more than anything, I hope he finds happiness again, too. I hope one day he feels lighter. Wherever life takes us from here, I hope he finds his way back to happiness. Always.
