Hurt by many

Just a Thought...

People say, "If someone hurt you this much, just hate them."

I wish love was that simple.

I couldn't hate them, not because what they did was right, but because my love was real.

I never asked for too much. I only asked for one thing—

"Please, don't let a third person come between us."

Because I knew that the moment a third person finds a place in a relationship, trust slowly starts to die.

And maybe the saddest part wasn't that someone else came.

The saddest part was that in a relationship where I once belonged, they made me feel like the third person.

I begged. I explained. I told them again and again, "This will destroy me."

And they knew.

They knew I would break.

Yet they still took that step.

And after that, they moved on with their decisions.

But I...

I'm still here, losing sleep, replaying memories, and asking myself where I went wrong.

Was I too attached?

Did I trust too much?

Or was my only mistake loving someone so deeply that I forgot to save a little love for myself?

They broke my dreams, took away my happiness, and somehow made me feel like having a big heart was a weakness.

Like somehow...

"Big heart... you're a loser."

But even after all of this, I still couldn't hate them.

Because my love was greater than my pain.

And maybe what hurts the most isn't that they left.

It's knowing that while I was ready to give everything for love, they never stopped to think what losing them would do to me.

And now, when it's finally time to choose myself...

there's almost nothing left of me to choose. 🖤