No more situationships

I remember sitting in his car after midnight, music low, hearts louder. We talked about everything but what we were. I held onto every glance, every touch, hoping it meant more. But deep down, I knew I was only ever an almost. the Situationships hurt in their silence. No clear beginning, no real end, just the slow ache of being nearly loved. You mourn a version of love that lived only in your hope. I’ve learned I want more than half-formed feelings. I want to be chosen fully, not just when it’s convenient. Almost is not enough anymore. And it never should’ve been. #situationshipstruggles #almostlove #emotionalconfusion #mixedsignals #unspokenconnection

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