The Broken Applause

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I used to live in a fairytale. As a talented ballet dancer, I always dreamed of finding my Prince Charming, and I thought I had-his name was Dylan. He was everything I'd ever hoped for: kind, loving, and devoted. For a while, it really felt like our love story was straight out of a romance novel.

But then, Dylan's career took over. At first, I understood-his job was demanding, and he had big ambitions. But soon, it became clear that his focus had shifted entirely, and I was left to watch as the magic that once defined our relationship faded away. His physical absence became matched by his emotional distance, and I started feeling more like a stranger than his girlfriend. The man I had fallen in love with seemed to be slipping away, and I was drowning in a sea of loneliness.

The turning point came when Dylan didn't show up for the most important performance of my career. I'd been counting the days, reminding him, hoping that he'd be there to support me. But as I stood on stage, performing my heart out, I realized I couldn't keep pretending it didn't hurt. Dylan had made it clear-work always came first, and I was no longer a priority.