I watched from the sidelines as he dated other people, made plans without me, and treated my feelings as irrelevant.
Each time he appeared happy elsewhere, I felt a mix of hurt, longing, and disbelief. How could someone I had given my heart to act as though I never mattered?
I tried to move on. I focused on my work, my friends, and my personal growth. But deep inside, I still carried the scars of rejection. The nights were the hardest. I would replay memories, wishing things could have been different.
Every attempt to reach him earlier had ended in disappointment, so I eventually stopped trying. I promised myself that my dignity mattered more than unreciprocated affection.Continue reading...................
I tried to move on. I focused on my work, my friends, and my personal growth. But deep inside, I still carried the scars of rejection. The nights were the hardest. I would replay memories, wishing things could have been different.
Every attempt to reach him earlier had ended in disappointment, so I eventually stopped trying. I promised myself that my dignity mattered more than unreciprocated affection.Continue reading...................
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