It's all about Her

The Fake Confession...

I've never been the kind of person who wanted something temporary.

From the very beginning, I dreamed of having you forever, of building a life with you, not just fleeting moments or empty promises.

I always believed in the idea of love that leads to marriage, not something short-lived.

But somewhere along the way, I realized something painful.

"Maybe you're that one in a million for me, but I'm not that one for you."

"Maybe the way I love you isn't the way you believe love should feel."

"Maybe we were never meant to be 'us'-not in this lifetime."

That realization broke something inside me, and I wasn't happy with what I did next.

I'm talking about the day I finally told you I had feelings for you, after carrying them silently for years.

It took me more than five years to gather the courage to say it.

But the regret I carry isn't about how long it took.

The real regret is that it was a fake confession.

I still remember, It was Christmas, December 25, 2023.

The day started like any other.

I went to my CA coaching class in the morning, and since it was Christmas, the class ended early.

My batch mates decided to celebrate by visiting a church, and I joined them.

They knew I was drawn to the girl I once told you about, and they tried to bring us closer that day.

But for me, the day felt strangely ordinary.

On my way back from the church, I knew I had to confront my feelings, sort out the confusion in my heart.

But I also knew that my ego wouldn't allow me to be vulnerable, to truly confess everything to you.

So I called you and asked if we could meet for tea.

I knew that what I was about to say would haunt me for a lifetime, but I had to do it.

I couldn't bear the thought of watching you be with someone else, knowing I'd never spoken my truth.

When we met that day, I confessed, except it wasn't the whole truth.

I told you that I had feelings for you once, but that they no longer existed.

I said I had moved on, that I was in love with someone else, the same girl I once mentioned to make you jealous.

In that moment, I felt my heart break.

I knew that by pretending my love was gone, I was throwing away the chance I'd waited for all these years.

But I also knew that if I kept loving you openly, it could ruin the bond of friendship between us, something I didn't want to lose.

I still remember every word you said that day.

Your response is etched in my heart, as precious as every stolen moment we ever shared.

But pretending that my feelings didn't exist was the hardest thing I've ever done.

"It was really tough," faking my love for you was the toughest thing I've ever endured.

But I did it because sometimes, the only way to love someone is to let them go.

And so, I ended our story with a lie-a lie that I hoped would keep our friendship intact, even at the cost of my heart.

Because in the end, I realized that not all love stories are meant to have happy endings.

Some love stories end quietly, with one last sacrifice.

And that's how I decided to end this story-by walking away with a lie, knowing that my love would always remain in the shadow of what could never be.

And that's why I made that fake confession...