You stopped sending goodnight messages, and I stopped sleeping. I kept convincing myself it was just my mind running wild, or perhaps the nagging fear that you no longer loved me, didn't need me, didn't want me. Maybe I was foolishly hopeful, but it all began so beautifully.
You lifted my burdens, made me feel weightless when I carried so much. You brought excitement, happiness, and most importantly, love into my life during a time when affection felt distant—something my parents promised would find me someday. I was eager to make them proud, ready to surrender to the idea of forever in your arms.
Yet, I wasn't prepared for this. I was never warned that despite finding love, I could be left one day without explanation. Even though they say everything happens for (a reason), no one told me that you could stop caring. As your goodnight messages faded away, so did my ability to find peace in sleep.