It seems, I don't love you as much as I thought. I started getting closer to you again, becoming friends after the breakup, and for a moment, I believed I loved you so deeply that forgetting you after two years apart was impossible. So, I worked toward getting back together with you. I lied, I kept secrets from my family, and I hid so much from everyone—just to be with you.
But after all that's happened, I realized something: it always felt like I was the only one on this journey. No matter how hard I tried to show you my love, to prove it to both you and myself, the words never felt right on my lips. I thought I still loved you, despite the distance between us. Yet, I realized something else: I don't trust you.
The fear of you breaking my heart, simply because I made the first move, plagued my thoughts. And so, I prayed—prayed for a love from you that was as devoted as the one I knew I could offer in return.
I can't understand my feelings anymore. My insecurities influence my thoughts, my emotions, and my decisions. Yet, despite everything, I'm still bound by the string in my heart, telling me not to ruin things before I fully comprehend them. I can't make the same mistake again. There's no cure for regret.