I stopped liking your photos. I stopped posting comments. I stopped texting first. I even stopped replying to your texts.
I stopped trying so hard to get your attention. I stopped trying to make you miss me or long for my presence. Simply, I stopped trying. I am done with it.
I stopped talking to you as you took up too much of my time already. I am done with sending you double texts to keep you engaged. I am done with thinking of new topics to discuss and carry the conversations.
I stopped talking to you as I reached a point where it became draining. Tiring. Exhausting. I was tired of asking the right questions. Tired of giving the right answers. Tired of convincing you that I am worthy of your attention.
I stopped talking to you because it is not fair for me to be the only one trying. I initiated every single conversation. This is the reason why our texting ended, though. You never contacted me after I stopped trying. And you should have, if you cared. If you don’t, I shouldn’t either.
I stopped talking to you because I am so sick and tired of playing games. I am tired of waiting for hours for you to text. I somehow put up with it, as I cared about you. I loved you. I thought that you are worth it. Unfortunately, I came to realize that you couldn’t care less for me. You were only playing game to keep the power over me.
I stopped talking to you as there is nothing to say. You know the way I feel about you. And I know that you don’t feel the same way. If you did, you would have been trying and putting effort. You would have at least texted me back. You would have initiated a conversation. You would have asked to see. You would have done all the things you haven’t.
It stopped talking to you as I realized that you wouldn’t mind losing me at all. Honestly, I am not even sure that you have realized I am gone for good. You always seem half-here, half-there…
I stopped talking to you because I am no longer interested in spending time and energy on people who don’t appreciate me. I don’t have room in my life for fake friends or almost-partners. I am not mad at you at all. I am only tired of trying to keep you engaged. Keep your attention when it is clear that you would rather be with someone else.