After putting my poor soul at risk by confessing my love for Haniya, there was no happy ending for me. My heart was ripped into a million pieces. The days became longer, the world darkened, and everyone appeared happy except me.
Heartbroken, I kept asking myself why I patiently waited 13 years to be wounded like this. I questioned my luck, rationality, and emotions, and no one was to blame but myself. I felt like no one understood my pain.
Thinking that love was meant for me felt like my biggest mistake; during the day, I would cry uncontrollably out of nowhere, replaying old conservations and the devastating text in my mind.
I hated it because I thought I had seen the right signals, green lights directing me to continue.
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Love without sight
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