I hate it so much that you keep convincing me that you're always coming back to me. I hate how easily you make me believe that no matter how far we drift apart, you'll eventually find your way back. And maybe that's what hurts the most—not that you leave, but that you keep giving me reasons to believe you won't. Every time you talk to me again, a part of me starts hoping. I begin to think that maybe things will be different this time. Maybe you've realized how much I mean to you. Maybe you've finally understood that what we had was worth holding on to. But then I remember how many times I've had those same thoughts before, only to end up questioning why I ever believed them. What's the point of talking to me again if you're only going to leave me wondering where I stand? What's the point of making me feel like I'm still someone you want in your life if you aren't sure you want to stay? I don't understand why you keep coming back when you know how much it affects me. You make me feel like I'm important one moment, then leave me feeling like I was only someone you needed when you were lonely. I wish you understood how exhausting it is to keep going through the same cycle. I try to move forward, to accept that maybe things are over, and to convince myself that I should stop expecting anything from you. But then you come back, and suddenly all the feelings I tried to put away start coming back too. It's like every time I begin to find peace, you remind me of everything I still haven't let go of. And the worst part is that I don't even know if you realize what you're doing. Maybe you don't mean to hurt me. Maybe you genuinely miss me when you come back. But missing someone and being ready to stay with them are two different things. I wish you would understand that. I wish you would stop making me feel like your return means something permanent when, for all I know, it might only be temporary. I hate that I still care. I hate that even after everything, I still find myself wanting to hear from you. I hate that a simple conversation with you can make me feel like there's still a chance for us. And I hate that I don't know whether to believe you or protect myself from getting hurt again. If you really want to be in my life, then I need you to be honest with me. I need to know that you're not just coming back because you miss the comfort of having me around. I need to know that you actually want to stay, not just return whenever you feel like it. Because I can't keep allowing myself to hope for something that you aren't willing to give me. I don't want to hate you for coming back. I don't want to resent every conversation we have or question every kind thing you say. But it's hard not to when your presence keeps making me believe in something that your actions don't always support. So tell me, what's the point of talking to me again? What's the point of coming back if you're not going to make an effort to stay? If you still care about me, then show me that in a way I can understand. If you don't know what you want, then please stop making me feel like I should wait for you to figure it out. I don't need you to promise me forever. I just need you to stop making me believe in a future you aren't sure you want. Because I deserve to know whether you're coming back because you truly want me in your life, or because you just can't stand the thought of me no longer being there. The next time you decide to block me, don't ever unblock me again. I'm making the firm decision to cut off all possible communication between us. I don't want to keep going through the same cycle of you leaving, coming back, and convincing me that there's still hope for us. Don't come looking for comfort from me when you're in despair. I was there for you when you needed someone, even when I was struggling myself. But when I needed you, you weren't there for me. I kept showing up for you, and all I got in return was the feeling that I was someone you could easily leave behind. I'm tired of being the person you return to whenever you need someone to make you feel better. I deserve more than being remembered only when things get difficult for you. So if you ever block me again, let that be the last time. Don't look for me, don't try to come back, and don't give me another reason to believe that things between us can still work. This is my firm decision, and I'm choosing to walk away for my own peace. You can't convince me that I'm wrong about everything I've said. I've spent enough time observing your behavior toward me, and the things I've noticed aren't just random assumptions. I've formed hypotheses based on what you've shown me, and every time I try to understand what happened between us, the pieces keep connecting. I remember the things you've said, the things you've done, and the way you've treated me. I've paid attention to the patterns, even when I didn't want to believe what they were telling me. I gave you the benefit of the doubt more times than I can count, but that doesn't mean I was blind to what was happening. You might disagree with my conclusions, and I understand that you have your own perspective. But you can't simply tell me that I'm wrong when my observations come from experiences I've personally had with you. I'm not making these claims out of nowhere. I'm saying them because I've been trying to make sense of your behavior for a long time. What hurts is that I wish I didn't have to analyze any of this. I wish I could trust you without questioning your intentions. I wish your actions made me feel as secure as your words sometimes did. But when those two things don't match, I can't ignore how that makes me feel. You don't have to agree with everything I say, but please don't dismiss what I've experienced. I've been the one living through it, and I know how much it has affected me. If you want to convince me to see things from your perspective, I wish you would at least be true to your actions. I wish your actions reflected the things you say, because it's difficult for me to believe your words when your behavior keeps telling me something different. I'm not asking you to agree with every claim I've made. I'm asking you to understand why I see things the way I do. I've been paying attention to how you've treated me, and I can't simply ignore the things that have hurt me just because you have a different perspective. I wish you understood that I wouldn't have to question your intentions if your actions consistently showed me that I mattered to you. I wouldn't have to form hypotheses about your behavior if your words and actions gave me something I could genuinely trust. You have every right to explain your side, and I'm willing to listen. But I hope you understand that your perspective alone cannot erase what I've experienced. If you want me to believe that I'm wrong, then please show me through your actions, not just your words. Because at this point, I don't need more convincing. I need something real enough to believe in.