A Letter from a Woman to the Man Who Never Loved Her: “My Final Goodbye”

Dear You,

I never thought I’d write this letter. I’m not sure why, but it feels like a way to close the door on something that never really opened. Maybe it’s just me trying to make sense of the pieces that never quite fit. But I have to get these words out — words I held back for too long, hoping you’d feel something, anything.

The Pain of Un-reciprocated Love

Loving someone who doesn’t love you back is like standing in the rain, waiting for sunshine. It’s cold, it’s lonely, and it leaves you soaked to the bone. I gave you everything — my time, my attention, my heart. But you never really noticed, did you? I was just there, always waiting for a crumb of affection that never came.

I spent countless nights thinking about what I did wrong. I wondered if I was too much or not enough. But the truth is, it wasn’t about me at all. It was about you, and how you never intended to love me in the first place.

Reflecting on What Wasn’t

Looking back, the signs were always there. You were distant, your words were hollow, and your actions never matched the promises you made. I chose to ignore it, convincing myself that if I loved you harder, you’d change. But love doesn’t…