The One I Loved

The One I Loved

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This is a story of love. Finding and losing love but getting back up and finding hope. ~ "Ley, let me explain!" "Explain what Josh? Why you dropped me like I was nothing to you as soon as she entered the room? Or why she called you babe ? Or why you smiled at her and replied with yes honey ?" I pressed my eyes closed and looked up to stop the tears from falling. "I thought this was something real but I guess I was wrong. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding" I said and walked away. I hoped he would call my name, run after me and ask me to stop talking nonsense but nothing happened. And just like that it was over, my first real chance of a relationship just.....over. ~
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I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?

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