When the Heart Gets Too Heavy

I have no more fight left in me when it comes to friendships and relationships. If you want to go, go. I won’t stop you. I won’t beg. I won’t ask for explanations anymore. I’ve come to a point where I’m tired of chasing after something that was never meant to stay. The effort, the energy—it’s all been draining, and now I find myself asking why I keep pouring into things that leave me empty. People come and go, and I’ve seen enough to know that sometimes, it's just easier to let them walk away.

Once the heart gets too heavy with pain, people don’t cry anymore. They just turn silent. Completely silent. It’s not even the kind of silence that brings peace; it’s the kind that comes from giving up, from realizing that no amount of words can change what’s already broken. Silence becomes the only way to protect what’s left of a heart that’s been bruised too many times.

I’m done talking about forever with people who have one foot out the door. I’m done believing in promises that are never kept, in words that don’t match actions. There’s no more room for half-hearted gestures or empty commitments. If you want something real, stop entertaining temporary people. Stop wasting your time with people who don’t value you the way you deserve. Choose people who choose you, not just when it’s convenient, but when it matters. Because I don’t understand—how do people sleep at night knowing they’ve emotionally destroyed someone? How do they just walk away like it was nothing? How do they not feel the weight of the damage they’ve done?

I’m not starting over. Not with someone else. Not again. Hell no. I am done with this love shit forever. Every time I try, it feels like I’m just opening myself up to be hurt again. So, what’s the point? I’ve been to the edge and back, and now I’m closing that chapter for good. Maybe it’s the fear of being vulnerable again, or maybe it’s just the exhaustion from always being the one to care more, to give more, to hold on when everything else tells me to let go.

If I’m communicating, I care. If I’m quiet, I’m done. My silence is no longer a space of waiting, it’s a space of surrender. I won’t chase anyone who doesn’t want to be found. I won’t put my energy into something that isn’t reciprocated. I’m done pretending I’m okay when I’m not, done pretending I’m fine with people coming and going like it doesn’t affect me. But why though? Why does it have to be this way? Why do the ones we love the most always seem to be the ones who hurt us the deepest?

Oh, this is painful. The kind of pain that lingers and doesn’t heal, the kind that teaches you to guard your heart but leaves you wondering if it was ever meant to be open in the first place.