As I sit across from you today I realize something, I feel nothing. I felt so much once. There was a time I cared enough to fight for us. To go to war for us. The problem is it has always been me, I was the only one fighting for us, you were too busy tearing us down and apart finding new ways to break me. I lost so much sleep, crying into the late hours of the night trying to figure out why I wasn’t enough, not enough to be loved as deeply as I loved. Doubting myself.
I don’t hate you. I don’t love you. I’ve reached that point of exhaustion where I have nothing left in me. And now I sit here and feel not a goddamn thing for you. Nothing.
© Aanchal Gounder