𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 | (𝐆)𝐈-𝐃𝐋𝐄

𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭

When was it that you realized that you didn't love me?

It was a question that echoed in my mind, haunting me with its painful truth. We had been together for years, sharing laughter, tears, and dreams. But now, standing here in the cold, empty room, I couldn't help but wonder where it all went wrong.

I remember the first time we met. It was a sunny day in the park, and our eyes met across a crowded field. There was an instant connection, a spark that ignited something deep within me. From that moment on, I knew that you were the one I wanted to spend my life with.

We embarked on a beautiful journey together, filled with love, passion, and endless possibilities. We laughed, we cried, and we built a life that I thought was unbreakable. But as time went on, I started to notice the subtle changes in your behavior.

You became distant, Soyeon. Your smiles were forced, and your laughter no longer reached your eyes. I tried to ignore the signs, hoping that it was just a phase, that we would find our way back to each other. But deep down, I knew something was wrong.

One night, as we lay in bed, I mustered up the courage to ask you the question that had been eating away at me. "When was it that you realized that you didn't love me?" The words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation.

You looked at me, your eyes filled with sadness. "I don't know," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I guess I've been feeling this way for a while now."

My heart shattered into a million pieces. I couldn't comprehend how the person I loved with all my heart could suddenly stop loving me. I wanted to scream, to beg you to stay, but I knew deep down that it was futile.

As time elapsed, transitioning from days to weeks, and then from weeks to months, I made concerted efforts to progress and heal from the emptiness you had left in your wake. However, whenever I sought solace by closing my eyes, your visage would materialize, triggering an overwhelming surge of anguish.

I often wondered what went wrong. Was it something I did or didn't do? Did I not love you enough? These questions tormented me, keeping me awake at night, as I searched for answers that would never come.

Time passed, and slowly, the pain began to fade. I learned to live without you, to find happiness in the little things. But there will always be a part of me that wonders what could have been, what our future could have held.

So, Soyeon, when was it that you realized that you didn't love me? Perhaps I'll never know the answer. But one thing is certain - the love I felt for you will forever be etched in my heart, a bittersweet reminder of a love that was lost.