Pieces of Me He Never Protected
“I’m standing here, loving you, and it kills me to know that part of you is always somewhere else. Somewhere I can’t reach.”
My throat burned. Tears threatened, but I fought them back. My anger roared quietly under the surface, sharp and bitter.
“Maybe one day,” I said, voice trembling, “you’ll understand what it means to break someone gently instead of carelessly. Maybe. But I… I can’t keep doing this and pretending it’s not slowly tearing me apart.”
I turned away, my back stiff, my heart raw. For the first time in weeks, I let the silence scream louder than my voice ever could.
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