I never gave up on us. I fought for you. I wanted to make things work.
The problem was that I was the only one fighting. You were not lifting a finger in response. You sat there and let me take care of all the heavy lifting. You expected me to handle everything.
Either you were too lazy to put effort in from your side of the relationship or you thought that I didn’t deserve it, that I was not good enough, that I was unworthy.
I spent so much of my time trying to make you love me, hoping you would turn around one morning and give me what I have been asking for all along — but that never happened. You haven’t changed your tune. You still treat me exactly the same.
It doesn’t matter how much I do for you. It doesn’t matter whether I go miles out of my way to make you happy because you do not appreciate any effort I put into our relationship.
You have always taken me for granted. You have never considered me important.
I used to say that I would do anything for you, that I would wait a lifetime for you, but I now realize that type of thinking is pointless. I am never going to get any further with you. Things between us are never going to develop.
Walking away was the last thing I wanted to do, but you leave me no choice. I don’t have the energy to fight for you anymore. I am sick of the chase. I am exhausted and running out of ideas.
I cannot keep sending the first text, even though I know you are never going to respond. I cannot keep tossing out date ideas when you are not going to take me up on my offers. I cannot keep acting like you are the answers to all my problems when you are really the cause of them.
You have made my life more stressful, more difficult, more frustrating. You are the reason why I am always waiting, hoping, begging for something better because what I have is not good enough.
I do everything for you and you have not done anything for me. That is why I need to leave.
Without you in my world, I can focus on myself, which I haven’t done in a long time. I have been too busy thinking about you, trying to impress you, hoping to make you mine.
Obviously nothing I do is going to convince you to want me back. Clearly I have been wasting my time — but I am not going to waste a second more of it. I am finished weaving my schedule around yours, finished crafting texts that are going to go unanswered, finished vying for your attention.
I don’t have the energy to fight for you anymore, because I know my effort isn’t going to get me anywhere. It’s not going to make you love me the way I deserve to be loved.