Where The Fireworks Felt Gentle
11 parts Ongoing Three years ago, I thought I had everything - a relationship that looked perfect on the outside but slowly burned me from within. I was the girl who stayed, even when the silence between us was louder than any explosion in the sky.
It started with a lie - a hidden account, a woman I was told not to worry about, and a month of being ghosted for simply asking why. I cried, begged, and convinced myself that love was meant to be endured, that pain was just proof of how much I cared.
But love shouldn't feel like walking through smoke, trying to find someone who's already gone.
Love shouldn't make you afraid of the noise.
And yet, I stayed - blinded by the sparks that hurt more than they shined.
Until one December night beneath a sky of bursting colors, someone stood beside me. The world was loud, but for the first time, I wasn't afraid. The fireworks that once made me flinch now felt soft, safe... gentle.
That was the night everything changed.
That was the night I learned what love was truly meant to feel like.