In the beginning, it was purely physical. I knew that he would never leave his wife or his kid for me and I didn’t even expect him to do so. In due time though, we started spending a lot of time together and started sharing many things with each other. Somehow, a bond started developing between us that went beyond the physical.
I received two hearts — given to me to protect and preserve, and I dropped them both.
Don’t go see it. Don’t go see another film that abuses a woman to further the story of a man.
Right person, wrong timing, I guess. Right?
I realized that I had wasted five important years of my life for the wrong person. I was determined to be strong about it and decided that I would never cry or harm myself for her. I knew she didn’t deserve me.
When is enough…enough? You keep wishing for a different ending, but the same scene is playing on repeat. The outcome is always the same. You are left disappointed, heartbroken, and dejected.
We had chemistry, but we didn’t create sparks like you and her. We didn’t have people cheering us on, and how could we? I was the mistress.
I stress about things that wouldn’t matter to most people. I just wish I could sleep without fear of waking up from a panic attack or nightmares, I wish I didn’t always feel so depressed, I wish I didn’t always feel so tired.
Do I still love him? Yes. I do. Do I want him back? Yes, I do.
We were good together. I was happy because I thought his love was pure and he will never betray me. But soon I realized he was lying about a lot of things.