Pages of a One-Sided Heart

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Weeks turned into months, yet the ache in my heart refused to fade. Each day felt like a battle against a relentless tide of memories and feelings that I couldn’t seem to escape. My mind was a constant whirl of thoughts about him—moments we shared, conversations we had, the simple joy of just being near him.

I was frustrated with myself, angry for not being able to move on, even though I had told myself time and again that I should. Why was it so hard to let go? Why did my heart continue to cling to him despite knowing he was with someone else? It was as though my emotions were trapped in a never-ending loop, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t break free.

There were nights when I would pray to God, pleading for relief from this torment. I begged for the feelings to be taken away if he wasn’t meant for me, hoping that somehow, the burden of unrequited love would be lifted. Yet, the more I wished for it, the stronger my feelings seemed to grow. It was as if my heart was defying my mind’s pleas for acceptance and moving on.

Everywhere I looked, reminders of him were there—songs we used to listen to, places we once visited, even the smallest things seemed to echo with his presence. The longing was a constant companion, an uninvited guest that refused to leave.

It was a cruel irony that the more I wanted to forget him, the more my heart held onto the fragments of what could have been. I was caught in a cycle of hope and heartache, struggling to reconcile the depth of my feelings with the reality of his absence.