How long can someone survive on potential before it starts to feel like starvation?
Because that’s what it is, isn’t it?
You weren’t fed love. You were fed possibility. Tiny crumbs of “almost.”
A look, a promise, a version of him that showed up just enough to keep you hooked like a trailer for a movie that never actually gets released.
And somehow… you built a whole relationship out of that trailer.
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There’s something quietly dangerous about loving someone for who they could be.
It doesn’t look toxic at first. It looks like patience. It looks like loyalty.
It even feels noble, like you’re the one person who sees beyond the surface.
The one who gets it. The one who refuses to give up on him when everyone else already has.
But behind all that softness, there’s a harder truth sitting there, waiting to be acknowledged:
You weren’t in love with him.
You were in love with his unfinished draft.
He had flashes, didn’t he?
Moments where he was everything you ever wanted.
The way he talked…
