“If he wanted to, he would.” It sounds simple, but it is the kind of truth that can knock the air out of you. Because most of us have spent nights convincing ourselves otherwise. Rereading texts like they are love letters, clinging to a half-hearted “good morning,” celebrating the bare minimum as if it were proof of effort.
The reality is not hidden between the lines. If you have to decode his actions, you already know. When someone truly wants you in their life, you do not have to wonder. You do not have to explain away the inconsistency or excuse the silence. Effort does not need translation.
We chase crumbs not because we are foolish, but because we were taught to fall for potential. The version of him who might show up one day. The fantasy of the relationship you could have if he just tried harder. Potential keeps us hooked, but it is a mirage. You cannot build a future on “maybe someday.”
The hardest part is separating his inability to love you from your own worth. His limitations are not your reflection. Protecting your peace is not cold. Wanting more is not dramatic. Refusing to shrink is not selfish. It is choosing to stay whole in a world that tells you to settle.
The bare minimum is not love. It is a distraction from the fact that you already have your answer.