I keep thinking about him. About us. About maybe . Maybe he’ll come back. Maybe he’ll explain to his father. Maybe he’ll apologize. Maybe there’s still a chance. And then I remember the truth. He didn’t even text me a sorry. He went to meet another girl. He talked to her father. He made choices that moved him away from me. And the “maybe” I keep holding onto? It’s not reality....it’s just my brain trying to soften the truth, trying to protect me from the pain of finality. I realize now...There was never a real “us” in his mind. I was always temporary. But that’s not my flaw. That’s his limitation. I was ready to fight for us. I was ready to speak, to step up, to risk everything. He was ready to protect his image. That tells me everything about who deserves me ...and it’s not him. So today, I choose clarity over maybe. I choose myself over uncertainty. I release the illusion. I reclaim my time, my energy, my love. I am done waiting for him to become the man he never was. I a...