Five months.
Five months of late-night conversations, shared secrets, laughter, and slowly… unknowingly… falling in love.
I never planned it.
But somewhere between "good morning" texts and "did you eat?" calls… he became my habit.
And then one day, he said it.
"I think I love you…"
My heart skipped.
"I love you too," I whispered, smiling like the world had finally chosen me.
We got into a relationship.
Everything felt perfect. Like a dream I never wanted to wake up from.
But dreams don't always last.
One month later…
My world shattered.
I found out.
Not one… but two other girls.
My hands trembled as I confronted him.
"Tell me it's not true," I said, my voice breaking. "Please tell me you're not cheating on me."
He didn't even hesitate.
"What? No! Are you serious right now?" he said, almost laughing.
"They're just friends. You're overthinking."
"Friends don't get the same 'I love you' messages you send me!" I snapped, tears rolling down my cheeks.
He looked away for a second… then back at me.
"You're misunderstanding everything. I only love you."
Lies.
Beautiful, convincing lies.
"Then why does it feel like I'm just one of many?" I whispered.
Silence.
That silence said everything his words couldn't.
My heart knew the truth…
Even when I didn't want to accept it.
I loved him.
That was the hardest part.
Because when you love someone, you don't just lose them…
You lose the version of yourself that believed in them.
That day, I didn't just cry because he cheated.
I cried because
I loved someone who never truly chose me.
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