If I Become a Footnote

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The thought of not gaming with her makes me sad.
The thought of never talking to her again…
that one hits a little deeper.
And the way I see it, I’ve got two options.
I can be the man she enjoys gaming with.
The one who brings her a little peace.
A little escape.
Or…
I can be the man who walks away.
And then nobody gets anything.
Because that’s the part people don’t talk about.
Walking away isn’t always strength.
Sometimes it’s just… loss.
For both sides.
And yeah, I could leave.
I could choose myself in the most literal sense.
Create distance. Cut it off. Move on.
But when I think about it…
When I think about how much she enjoys gaming with me…
how it makes her happy…
That matters.
That actually matters.
Because after everything she’s been through…
If I can just be someone who doesn’t add to that weight,
someone who doesn’t complicate things,
someone who just shows up and makes things a little lighter…
then maybe that’s enough.
Not everything has to turn into something more.
Not everything has to become a relationship.
Sometimes…
being something good in someone’s life, even if it’s small…
is still something.
And yeah, maybe that means I have to carry a little more than I planned to.
Maybe it means sitting with feelings that don’t have a place to go.
But it also means this:
I didn’t let how I felt turn me into something selfish.
I didn’t let it take from her just because I couldn’t have more.
If anything…
it made me choose who I wanted to be.
So I’ll be the one she games with.
The one who makes her laugh.
The one who brings a little calm to her day.
Not because I don’t want more…
but because I care enough to not let that ruin what we do have.
And if one day I fade out of her life…
if I become just another name in her past…
then so be it.
At least I’ll know one thing.
I didn’t stop caring just because I couldn’t have everything.
And if I end up being a footnote in her story…
at least it’ll be a good one.

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