A letter to the person who did not give me the love I deserve

I guess no answer is enough to answer. I am not important enough to guarantee a simple and quick text message saying that you are not ready to hang out. I am not important enough to stay and wonder where this is going, because the answer is clearly a resounding "nowhere." It echoes on the walls built by the silence that has been placed between us so many weeks ago. I have finished waiting for an answer, convincing myself that somewhere, even in the back of your mind, there is a thought of me that will sound like someone is tapping a glass with their fingernail. A clear sound to undulate to the forefront of your consciousness and remind you that I am waiting ... but I will not stay any longer.

 Waiting for something to never happen only promotes the stagnation of life, progression: it stops the future and what it has in store. What many others of our age forget to remember is this: love is not simply choosing to spend life with someone. He wakes up every day and makes the daily decision to spend the rest of his life with them. Love is not passive, it is an action, a daily choice. It is perpetual.

But the most important type of love is the one we most often neglect: self-love. I left that in my desperate search for love from you, and I lost sight of who I am and what makes me happy. So instead of sitting around waiting for a message from you that will probably never come, I choose myself every day. To wake up and remind myself that I am strong and worthy of being loved as I wanted to love you. Someday, I will receive that kind of love from someone else, someone capable of allowing me to love them.