I didn't plan to leave him that day.
But sometimes, the final straw is quieter than you'd expect.
A single message left unread. A look that cuts deeper than a knife.
That's how I knew I had to go.
And yet, as the door clicked shut behind me, all I could think was…
I might have fallen for the wrong brother all along.
--I remember the first time he called me his "Pisces girl."
He said my eyes looked like oceans, and he wanted to drown in me.
Funny how oceans can look calm on the surface while hiding storms beneath.
He forgot that part
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We barely spoke five minutes these days.
Our conversations went from midnight calls full of secrets and laughter… to me staring at three dots blinking on my screen, waiting for him to reply.
Sometimes he'd take hours. Sometimes days.
And I kept pretending it didn't hurt.
Until it did.
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I thought I was enough for him.
But he started giving me those mixed signals—the kind that made me feel like I was too much and not enough all at once.
He'd pull me close one moment… then vanish into silence the next.
And the worst part was, no matter how distant he became… I still missed him like oxygen.
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But there's something else no one knows.
Sometimes, late at night, when I'm lying in bed replaying every fight and every kiss… I wonder if I was always meant to meet his brother first.
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I can't explain it.
We're not even friends.
In real life, his brother and I barely speak always arguing.
But in my dreams? We laugh together. Talk for hours. Share secrets I've never told a soul.
And sometimes… I wake up wishing it wasn't just a dream.
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My family used to say I love too hard for my own good.
Maybe that's why none of them have bothered to ask how I'm really doing now.
Or why my brother messaged me the other day, not to ask if I was okay, but to announce he's coming home—as if my entire world hadn't just crumbled.
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I'm tired of crying over someone who makes me feel invisible
I'm tired of being the girl who holds it all together while silently falling apart.
So today, I walked away.
No suitcase. No note.
Just me, and a heart full of pieces I'm determined to glue back together.
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I don't know if I'm ready to fall out of love with him.
But I do know this:
He won't be the end of my story.
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Just as I was about to turn off my phone, it buzzed again.
A new message.
From him.
> "We need to talk."