Illusions of Love And Truth

I was the one walking alone through the quiet, empty city streets at night, hoping that someone would appear to break the solitude. Those nights were filled with emptiness, only the distant glow of streetlights and the deep longing in my heart for true connection. It was in that moment, on my name day, that everything changed.

While strolling through the dimly lit park, where the lights played with shadows, I unexpectedly met him. There was something in his eyes that couldn’t be described – a sense of peace, mystery, and perhaps the spark of a new beginning. We sat on a lonely bench, talking and laughing, and time seemed to slip away. I shared my life story with him – the pain, the losses, and the dreams I had long kept hidden deep within my heart.

The night passed, and each step we took through the park became a page in a story, weaving our souls together. Finally, when the stars began to twinkle and the rhythm of the city lit up in a new light, I dared to lean in – my lips met his, and it was my first kiss.

In that moment, all the illusions of the night turned into reality – I felt that I would never be alone again, that love could heal all wounds and open my heart to a new life.

We continued to meet, each time experiencing something new together. I began to open up, trusting him, and he never denied his support. Every moment we spent together felt like an adventure – he taught me a different perspective on life, on the world, and on what it means to love. Everything was perfect for the first few months, until the moment we crossed into more intimate relations, and I lost my virginity, even though I was underage. He had promised my mother that he wouldn’t touch me until I was 18, but he broke that promise. The first time didn’t go as planned because neither of us had experience, or maybe he pretended to be someone with no experience in bed – I really don’t know. But because it didn’t work out, he stopped contacting me for over a week, and I ended up with health problems and was hospitalized.

A week later, he started asking if I didn’t missed him, and if I missed him, and so on. Of course, I told him that missed him, and I quickly opened up to him again. But he didn’t know I had been in the hospital. He found out just after our intimate night, when he literally forced me to take a Plan B pill, something I couldn’t do because I was forbidden to take medication but still he forced me to take that pill.

He stopped spending time with me, only wanting to be with me at nights. It was literally just a one-night stands . I was constantly in pain, especially in my chest; my breasts were bruised because he started being cruel in bed. He began spending time with other girls, even flirting with them and so on .

I don’t know what happened to him, but he started changing, becoming someone else. He was no longer the person I had met.

Every day we had arguments and moments of breaking up, but he knew how to win me back with sweet words. I started asking him, “Why do you post other girls on the internet but not me? Why do you tell everyone that you’re single?” There was no answer, and I realized something was wrong with him. Rumors even started spreading that he was planning to make me a Muslim

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