03/05/2025
You start to realize you’re nothing more than a brief pause, a disruption in their forward motion. Every moment you share feels like an afterthought, a space only filled when it’s convenient for them. You linger in the background, waiting for a time that’s never truly yours, while their world continues to move without hesitation. It’s not that you’re unloved—just that your presence was never a priority. You wonder, quietly, if you were ever more than just a temporary stop in someone else’s journey, always there when they needed you but never when they chose to make room for you.
