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2025-08-14

αž—αžΆαž–αžŸαŸ’αž˜αŸαžΆαŸ‡αžαŸ’αžšαž„αŸ‹

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2025-08-14

To the woman that dated my ex,

I'm sorry. I should've told you what he's like. I was in your shoes, yet instead I watched you be his next victim.Β It might be too late now, but know that whatever he said is not true. You were not the reason. When he said it's in your head and that it's your insecurity, know that he meant you're close to catch him.Β Your instinct was right; he was gaslighting you. When he said it is your fault that it's over, know that he meant it is your fault for realising that you're not the only girl on his chat list. Your gut was right; you deserve better. It might be too late, but I hope this give you closure. You're not the problem, it's always been him. To his new girl, I hope you can escape being his next victim.

2025-08-14

Is it love?

Is it still love when you have to keep asking for time and attention and still won't get it? Is it still love when your partner forgot exactly everything he told you he would do and everything about you? From every little details to every big events. Forgot even to meet you, forgot all the things he said he will do. He said he will... So I waited and waited... Even after I brought it up he didn't care to do it... Is it still love...? I'm not sure anymore... Too many sleepless night I've spent alone to think and worry if the love has already faded for you... I felt so lonely here... Too lonely...

2025-08-14

What should I do next?

I’m sorry but I don’t freaking know what to do anymore. I don’t know whether he has feeling for me or he is just being nice. I don’t know whether to move on or keep holding into this one-sided love. I want to move on before I fall for him harder than this, but the love I have for that man right now is already deeper, deeper than you can ever imagine. I don’t want to be friend with someone I love, also I can’t accept the fact that one day we’ll be stranger again. A man who I’ve never expected I’d get closed to, a man who I’ve never expected that I’d fall for this hard, a man who I’m really happy to be around…

2025-08-14

Who we are......

The reason I write this up, I want

2025-08-14

Slowly, you started pushing me away.

You know what happens to the person who you are pushing away? They’re starting to question themselves, their worth and feels so insignificant and powerless. I, myself questioned myself β€œ am I not good enough β€œ. You know how much it hurts when I tried my best to stood by you while you’re pushing me away? Is it fun to doing so?Β I wanted to feel needed again. I wanted you to want me like you had before.Β I wanted you to lean on me, but that was the impossible task for you. Despite feeling so distant from you, I was there every time you needed to talk. We went from telling each other anything and everything to complete strangers. I feel like I don’t even know you anymore.Β I'd been pushed so deeply that there was no coming back. We went from the funny, the goofy texts to nothing at all. I’ll never stop caring. But if you decide to push me away, I’ll stay away. You pushed me too far, too fast and I couldn’t keep chasing after you.

2025-08-14

Years later

Him: Would you still be with me if I came back to you that time? Her: Yes, I would. Him: Even after I left you several times? Her: yes, always. Him: why? Her: because I love you. Him: Now? Her: I have to love myself. Him: Maybe we would have been together if I were braver. Her: Maybe.

2025-08-14

You said we were β€œSoulmate”❀️‍πŸ”₯

When things got too caught up, I disappeared, I shut down that just how I am, that’s how I cope with stress. So sorry, I think this time I shut down too long didn’t I? I didn’t talk for months instead of hours. Actually, during those months I hope that u would comfort me but u never once message me during those months and all these thoughts that were all up in my head like β€œyou don’t love me anymore” start to come up and it’s true. When I finally open up again, when I feel better and talk again You already decided to abandon me. It’s hurtful but it’s understandable so I respect your decision. Hope that’s the best decision you’ve ever made. Hope you are happy. Some people are blessings, some are lessons so Thank you for the lesson. πŸ₯°