Not because they were cruel.

Not because they didn't care.

But because you were always somewhere in the middle.

They'd call when they missed you.

Come back when they felt lonely.

Tell you how much you meant to them.

But when life asked them to make a choice, somehow, you were never the choice.

And that's a strange kind of heartbreak.

Because it's easier to leave someone who doesn't love you.

What do you do with someone who does?

How do you explain to your heart that their feelings may be real, but their life is still moving in a direction that doesn't include you?

Maybe that's the part nobody talks about.

Sometimes the person who loves you isn't the person who can build a life with you.

And sometimes loving someone means finally accepting that being loved isn't the same as being chosen.

Have you ever been someone's “I love you” but never their “I'm staying”?