“deservingness” is a property that has always confused me, but for you the application comes naturally. you deserve happiness, you deserve love, you deserve effort. and you don’t need my judgement to know that.
you’re the strongest, most admirable person i’ve ever known, and endlessly i’m grateful for the time and care you selflessly gave me, far beyond what i deserved.
i want to say something like “i wish you had spent it on someone more worthwhile” but that isn’t true. i’m glad it was me. and i also can’t say “i wish i had acted differently” because i’m convinced i never had the potential to be what you needed. i just wish my benefit didn’t come at your expense.
we knew from the start i wasn’t really the right fit for you, and both kinda hoped i’d grow into it some day. that never happened. losing you helped a bit, but i’m still not in a place where i could truly fulfill you.
which is fine, of course. i’m well beyond the point in my life where i would consider amorous connections as a life purpose, at least not in the naive sense.
it’s telling that i have more pictures of you with my brother than me in the last couple years of our relationship. i wasn’t meant for you, and i didn’t put a modicum of effort into us. i’m sorry for the heartbreak and frustration, i wasn’t worth it.
in retrospect the arranging was infinitely more meaningful and significant to me, as a way to focus and direct my affections into a creation
the performance was a distortion of this passion to an extent
the whole experience is indicative of my rather odd way of relating to people
it’s weird bc a large amount of my direct casual interactions with people are just veiled in thick layers of irony
my alternative mode is just being sad ig
it’s clear i don’t believe any of the things i say
i appreciate people humoring me, its helpful to have an intellectually stimulating task even if the result is rather dull
temporary distraction from depression is just about the only thing that works anyway (its an open question whether that’s good)