YOU ALL ABOUT HER. SHE ALL ABOUT HERS.

You stand there—broad shoulders steady, mind clear, heart open. You were the one who showed up, every time. The one who believed love could be logical, that devotion could anchor her wild heart.

And in the beginning, it almost worked. There were nights she looked at you like you were her safest place. When she leaned her head against your back, it felt like a quiet promise: I’m here.

You thought consistency would matter. That showing up, day after day, was proof you were worthy of staying. And maybe it was—until it wasn’t.

Because sometimes, the cruelest twist is this: the more you gave, the less she could feel you. Your steadiness became background noise. Your loyalty turned invisible.

You were all about her. Every plan you made, every risk you took, you measured against how it would make her feel. You forgot, somewhere along the way, to measure how it would make you feel.

And she—she was all about hers. Her dreams. Her moods. Her craving for a love that felt like a roller coaster, not a gentle harbor.

It wasn’t that she didn’t care. She did, in her own way. She cared when it was easy, when your love felt like a gift with no strings attached. But the moment you asked her to meet you halfway—to love you back with the same intention—she grew restless.

You became too available. Too easy to have. And in her eyes, too small to respect. Your devotion, once romantic, turned into an obligation she resented.

So she began to pull away. A little at first—long silences, distracted nods, sudden irritation over nothing at all. Then more. Until the space between you felt like a goodbye neither of you wanted to say out loud.

And when you finally decided to care more about yourself—to reclaim your time, your ambition, your worth—she called it selfish. She said you’d changed. And she was right. You had.

But maybe the sweetest, most tragic truth is this: you loved her the best way you knew how. And for a moment, it was beautiful. For a moment, you were her calm.

Now, she is searching for something you were never meant to be. And you—you are finally choosing yourself.

You were all about her. And she was all about hers.

But now, with quiet conviction, you are all about you. And that is the beginning of something softer, truer, and braver than you ever imagined.

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