Humiliating realization

At first, I thought it was just a phase.

Maybe he was busy. Maybe he was tired. Maybe he had too much on his mind.

_So I made up for it_ 

When he didn’t say good morning, I sent the first text.

When he forgot to ask how my day went, I told him anyway.

When he never said goodnight, I whispered it to myself before falling asleep.

I thought if I loved him harder, he’d remember how to love me too.

But slowly, I started noticing all the things he never said.

Never said I miss you even when we hadn’t talked all day.

Never said sorry when he made me feel like an afterthought.

He never asked if I got home safely.

Never asked how my exams went, even when I told him I was nervous.

Never asked if I was okay.

And the worst part?

I don’t think he even realized.

But he never did, never will

And one day, I just stopped trying.

I stopped texting first.

Stopped reminding him I was there.

Stopped filling in the gaps where his love should have been.

And still—nothing.

No good morning.

No goodnight.

Not even a why?

That was when I knew.

I feel… embarrassed being with him…