You were the woman he kept, not the woman he chose. He held you close enough to stop you from leaving, but never close enough to commit. He gave you just enough hope to stay confused and just enough affection to keep you attached, but never the truth. He loved you where it was easy. He disappeared where it mattered. You weren’t asking for too much. You were asking for clarity. For consistency. For a love that didn’t hide you in shadows or make you question your worth. Instead, he kept you on standby in his life — close enough to benefit from you, distant enough to avoid choosing you. You waited while he decided. He decided by not deciding. You deserved to be chosen loudly, publicly, without hesitation. Not tolerated in private and denied in daylight. Not picked up when he was lonely and put down when responsibility showed up. Walking away didn’t mean you lost him. It meant you stopped losing yourself. You left a place where your heart was convenient, your presence was optional, and your pain was acceptable as long as his comfort wasn’t disturbed. One day, you’ll see it clearly: you weren’t unlovable — you were unavailable to someone who only knew how to love halfway. And when real love meets you, it won’t confuse you, stall you, or ask you to wait. It will choose you — fully, fiercely, and without fear.