A Heart That Loved Too Much
I gathered all my courage and texted him. It was my first time talking to a stranger, and I had no idea what to say or how to act. I simply told him I had a crush on him. I was nervous, but what came next completely shook me. His reply felt like a storm crashing down on me—cold, unexpected, and painful. He said he didn't know me, that we had never even met.
After that, I broke down. I cried every single day—at school, at home—wherever I went, the pain followed me. I tried to move on, but his memories clung to me like shadows I couldn't escape.
We drifted apart for a few months. Then one day, I caught him looking at me. In that moment, I felt a mix of anger and hurt. I wanted to slap him so badly, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. And just like that, my foolish heart fell for him all over again.
I sent him a friend request, and he accepted. But this time, I stayed silent. I didn't text him—until one day, he posted a story with a girl I didn't recognize. My blood boiled. I couldn't help myself—I messaged him again.
He saw the message. He reacted to it. But he didn't reply.
I sent him another message, apologizing for the one before. I even begged. Still, nothing. Just "seen."
That shattered me.
Now, I'm trying—really trying—to move on. Because slowly, I've started to realize… maybe I was never someone special to him. Maybe I was just an option.
And I deserve more than that.
"Despite all the pain he caused me, the experience was still something I'll always treasure."