love's bitter lesson

I remember the days when it was just you and me, entwined in the delicate dance of love's embrace. We would talk for hours, sharing our deepest thoughts and dreams. Your words painted a vivid portrait of our future, a tapestry of hope and togetherness. In those moments, I saw the best of you, and I loved every part.

But little did I know, there was a secret you held close, a betrayal concealed within your heart. You'd talk to her, even when we were together. Our connection wasn't enough to satisfy your hunger for her presence. Despite my unwavering love, you sought solace in her words, her laughter, and her touch. You craved something beyond what we had, and that shattered my soul.

I loved you at your worst, when your flaws were laid bare and vulnerability took hold. Through the storms of life, I stood by your side, offering comfort and understanding. I believed in the power of love, in its ability to heal and transform. But as I held you in your darkest moments, it seemed that my devotion meant nothing. The depths of my love were not enough to outweigh the allure of another.

It took you only two weeks to cast aside the promises we made and embrace a new connection with her. Two weeks of lies and deceit, while I remained oblivious to the truth. You didn't technically cheat, but you became a traitor to the love we shared. You broke the unspoken code of loyalty, trading our intimate bond for a fleeting connection with her.