It didn’t start with love 💭
It started with hints, teasing words, and a quiet rejection because I wasn’t ready. I didn’t want to fake feelings I didn’t have.
Then he stopped talking.
And somehow, the silence hurt more than words 💔
In that quiet space, I felt lonely, a little lost, and that’s when I realised my heart had slowly chosen him 🌙
So this time, I proposed 💌
With genuine feelings, no pressure, no games.
At first, everything felt right — warm conversations, comfort, and the feeling of being wanted ✨
I trusted him. I believed the promises.
But slowly, things changed 🥀
Apologies started repeating.
Stories didn’t always make sense.
And peace became harder to find than love.
Still, I stayed.
Not because it didn’t hurt — but because I cared 🤍
I kept choosing understanding over myself, hoping things would get better.
Until one day, I realised I was losing me 🕊️
My peace, my focus, my smile — all fading.
So I chose myself 🌸
Not out of anger, not out of hate, but out of self-respect.
Because love shouldn’t feel like constant healing.
And walking away…
was the bravest thing I did 🌱
I hope that if you are also facing these battles in you life or felt relatable reading this.. girl you are more than enough and that guy don't deserve youuh ! 🎀🫶🏻
