Two years. Two years of devotion, of laughter, of heartbeats that aligned with hers, of dreams that intertwined with her smile. I loved her with all my heart, more than she could have ever imagined. I loved her like the sun loves the earth, unwavering, constant, shining bright through every storm. And yet, after two years, everything came crashing down, not because I had stopped loving her, but because she stopped loving me in return.
In the beginning, things were perfect. She was the one I had been waiting for, the one who made my world brighter. She had this enchanting smile that could melt any wall around me, and the way she spoke, with a softness in her voice, was enough to calm my worst fears. We shared secrets, confided in each other, and slowly, she became my world.
I thought I was the luckiest person alive. She made me feel cherished, important. For the first time in my life, I wasn't just existing-I was living. I'd write her letters, surprise her with little gifts, and wake up every morning just to see her face. It wasn't about grand gestures; it was about the small things-the way her hand fit perfectly in mine, the laughter we shared, and the quiet moments when we'd just look at each other, knowing that we were home.
For a time, she loved me back. The relationship was equal. I could feel her warmth, her care, her affection. Every moment felt like a gift. But, like all things, even the most perfect of beginnings can falter.
The shift came slowly at first. I didn't notice it immediately. It was subtle-the late-night conversations started to feel less frequent. The messages became shorter, and her replies grew colder. At first, I brushed it off. Everyone has their days, right? Everyone gets busy, distracted. But it wasn't long before I realized something had changed.
Then, a new figure appeared in her life-a male friend. At first, it seemed innocent. I wasn't the jealous type. But slowly, this new "best friend" began to take my place. The messages, the laughter, the long conversations. I began to fade into the background as he stepped into the foreground. Her smiles became more frequent with him, her energy more alive. I could feel the gap growing wider between us, but I held on-believing that love, true love, would prevail.
But as days turned into weeks, I began to see the truth. She no longer needed me, not in the way she used to. Her heart, which once belonged to me, was now firmly given to someone else. And in one moment-one cruel moment-she told me that she needed space. The space turned into distance, and the distance turned into silence.
It didn't take long for me to realize I was out of the picture entirely. She had chosen him over me. The guy who once seemed like a harmless friend now seemed to have become the center of her universe. And I was left with nothing but the hollow shell of a love I once thought would last forever..
It was painful, suffocating even. The love I had given so freely, so unconditionally, was now rejected. I wanted to scream, to ask her why-why she had changed, why she had left me to rot in my misery while she moved on with someone else. But the answers never came. Only silence.
Months went by, and I watched her become more entwined with him. They went on dates, laughed together, and shared their lives. I couldn't help but wonder if she had ever truly loved me at all or if it was all just an illusion-a game of pretend to her. I kept waiting, hoping that one day she would realize what she had lost and come back to me. But she didn't.
Then, one day, the truth unfolded before her eyes, but not in the way I had hoped. She came to me, not with open arms, but with tears in her eyes. Her relationship with him had crumbled. He had betrayed her, used her, trapped her in a world of false love. He had given her just enough affection to keep her hooked, but in the end, all he wanted was something physical. He had never loved her-not truly.
He had promised her the world, and for a time, she had believed him. She thought he was different, that he was the one who would give her everything she needed. But he had only used her for his own selfish desires. And when she no longer served his purpose, he cast her aside. She had been left with nothing but heartbreak.
She came to me, broken, asking for forgiveness. But my heart had hardened in the time she had abandoned me. How could I forgive her? How could I open my heart again when she had willingly chosen to walk away, to let someone else take my place? I had given her my all-my love, my trust, my everything -and she had thrown it all away for the attention of someone who never truly cared about her.
I wanted to forgive her, I really did. But forgiveness is a gift, and gifts are only given to those who deserve them. She had made a choice. She had chosen the wrong path, one that led her into the arms of a man who never saw her worth. I couldn't, in good conscience, love her again. Not after everything that had happened.
She stood before me, her eyes pleading for a second chance, but all I could see was the girl who had turned her back on me. I had suffered in silence while she chased fleeting affection. She had chosen to forget the love we shared, and now she wanted to return to it as if nothing had ever happened.
But the truth is, some wounds never fully heal. And mine? It was still raw. I had learned that love can't be forced. I had learned that some people are not meant to stay in your life forever. The love I had for her was real, but hers was fleeting. I couldn't be the person who accepted her back with open arms after everything. I couldn't pretend that I didn't feel the betrayal deep inside me.
I looked at her, my heart heavy, and said the words I never thought I'd say: "I can't love you anymore. Not after everything you've done. Not after the choices you made."
She left, her heartbroken cries fading into the distance. I stood there, alone, knowing that I had done the right thing. I had loved her with all I had, but sometimes, love isn't enough. Sometimes, you need more than love to make a relationship work-you need trust, respect, and loyalty. And those things, sadly, had been broken.
As the days passed, I found peace in the pain. I learned to forgive myself for the mistakes I had made in holding on for too long. And in time, I realized that true love isn't about waiting for someone to come back. It's about learning to love yourself, to heal, and to move on when you're no longer needed.
She had been my greatest love, but she was not my forever. And in the end, that was okay.
- I am ishaq
