I choose moving on because I love me. I need to do what is best for myself. Waiting for a person who is unable to reciprocate what I have to offer is degrading. It’s telling myself I’m not worthy of someone who truly loves me, who is as crazy about me as I’m crazy about him. It has nothing to do with my ego or pride. It has everything to do with self-love.
I love him. I do. I have never loved anyone with such patience, but I can’t waste it on him if he doesn’t want it. I handed my heart to him, and he pushed it away. I need to reclaim it. He may not believe in love. He may be bitter. He may think love is all a hoax. He may think he is not ready. It doesn’t matter. What matters is he doesn’t want it bad enough to take the leap of faith.
I’m not like that. I’m hurt, but I still have faith. I still believe in love. If my love isn’t enough to inspire him and to brighten his world, my love isn’t what’s right for him.