You've read my message. Said nothing. That says everything about you.
You know what’s funnier? It wasn’t even a big message. It was a simple check-in just me showing up for you in a small way, like I always do. You saw it. You looked at it. You knew I was there. And then you chose silence.

That wasn’t forgetfulness. That wasn’t being busy. That was a decision. A loud, clear, passive-aggressive decision that screamed: you don’t matter to me.

You made me feel disposable. Like an extra in your life’s blooper reel. Like my time, my words, my presence none of it mattered. And the worst part? I let you. I gave you that power. I let myself believe that maybe you were different. That maybe this connection, this weird, chaotic, lovely thread between us, actually meant something.

But nah. I see it now.

You only respond when it benefits you. You only show up when it’s convenient. I was just someone to keep around when you were bored, or lonely, or needed a little ego boost. And when you were done? You dropped me with the efficiency of someone who’s done this a lot.
I hope one day you realize what it feels like to be invisible to someone you cared about. I hope someone you trust does this to you. And maybe then you’ll feel the exact sting you left behind in my chest: the quiet pain of being seen, but never really seen.
But don’t worry. I won’t message again. I don’t beg twice. I just leave—and when I leave, it’s for good.

#Overyou #ITried #Seen

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