Friendships end and people grow apart, forgive yourself for that.
I’m pretty certain that men and women are both hot. Nothing confusing about that.
We don’t want to have to work at love. We don’t want to have the uncomfortable “what are we” conversations. We don’t want our partners to know we’re upset. We’d rather keep our thoughts to ourselves than admit we’re sensitive or y’know, human.
You are allowed to let people go. You are allowed to feel upset for not getting what you deserve.
You are not hard to love. You are worthy of love. A love harder than he can give you. A love that doesn’t make you question whether you matter. A love that doesn’t leave you up all night in misery. A love that doesn’t make you lower your self-worth.