I was grasping. Not always in action, but energetically....hoping, trying, adjusting myself for him to care more. And that created a quiet wound inside me.
Even after many years, the feeling of being unworthy lingered.
Even when he was treating me well... it still lingered.
Because it wasn’t about what he didn’t do.
It was about what I did....I was chasing.
I realized, if I hadn’t done all the emotional over-giving… and he still came to me sincerely, I wouldn’t have felt so resentful or depleted. It wasn’t about being ignored....it was about me abandoning myself.
And now that I’m no longer chasing, I can finally feel the difference.
There’s no need to prove anything. The right one will come.... not because I tried harder, but because I stayed true to myself.
All I had to do was love myself and stay still.
This time, something feels different. And I no longer feel the need to run after it to know it's real.
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