did I trade love for just a thrill?
i broke up with maya last winter. she was the kind of woman who remembered my mom’s birthday, always had my favorite tea in her bag, and prayed with me when i was anxious. steady. safe. then i met robin. wild hair, says things like 'let’s drive to new orleans tonight' and laughs like she dont care who hears. it felt like lightning. i left maya for that… for her. but three months in, robin pulls back. says she needs space, hates talking about the future. i keep thinking about how maya looked at me when i told her i was leaving… like i’d broken something precious. now i wonder, did i throw real love away for just the buzz of something new? i miss feeling safe. i miss being seen. …do you leave someone who truly loves you and expect to find that again? or did i just fool myself into thinking excitement was enough?
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