It's all about Her

Love in the Shadows...

The past ten months felt like an endless void, a long stretch of silence filled with the echoes of your absence.

In those months, I hardly spoke to you-two or three times, perhaps-just brief exchanges that barely scratched the surface of what we once shared.

I had no idea what you were going through.

What battles you were fighting in the shadows of your life.

I was lost in my own turmoil, trying to navigate my feelings for you while dealing with the weight of your absence.

But then, I learned that you had broken up with him.

A part of me should have celebrated; after all, he was the one I resented for coming between us.

Yet, I found myself trapped in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

I didn't feel the joy I thought I would.

Instead, a profound sadness enveloped me.

You deserved happiness, and if he couldn't provide that for you, then what had it all meant?

Maybe it was the thought of you being alone that troubled me more than anything else.

I'd always suspected he wasn't right for you, but I rationalized my feelings, telling myself it was jealousy fueling my judgments.

The truth was, I had always known you belonged with someone else, someone who could cherish you the way you deserved.

Even though it hurt to think about it, I was proud that I never tried to interfere in your relationship.

I never wished for your heartbreak, never prayed for your separation, because your happiness had always mattered to me more than my own feelings.

Instead, I chose to wait.

I held onto the belief that, "if it's meant to be, it will be," clinging to the hope that you were destined to be mine.

I believed that one day, our story would find its resolution, that the universe would align our paths again.

But then came a day that shattered those delicate illusions.

You introduced me to someone new, one of your friends.

I thought he was just another face in your circle, but soon I realized he was much more.

He was the one who had been there for you during those difficult months when I was absent.

He had been your support, the one who helped you through the darkness, filling the void I had left behind.

It was a blow I hadn't seen coming, a punch to the gut that stole my breath away.

As I learned more about him, I felt my heart sink further.

He was there when I wasn't.

He was the one who listened to your fears, who held your hand when you felt alone.

And now, he had become the one you had feelings for.

The realization was unbearable; it felt as if the ground had been pulled from under me.

I was too late, and I had missed my chance.

But deep down, I knew that I had to accept this.

No matter how much it hurt, I had to acknowledge that he was the one who stood by you when it mattered most.

He was your rock, the one who had earned a place in your heart during a time when I could do nothing but stand at a distance.

Even in my pain, a flicker of pride ignited within me.

I was glad you had someone, even if it wasn't me.

You deserved support and love, someone who could be there for you when life became too heavy to bear.

It hurt to think about, but if he could bring you joy and comfort, then perhaps my love for you had truly transformed into something deeper, something that wanted nothing but the best for you.

Even if that meant letting go of my own desires.

With a heavy heart, I grappled with the truth: I would always love you, but sometimes, love meant stepping aside for someone else to fill the void I had left.

And that's how my love has always lived in the shadows...