Wilted in my Room

𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱-𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.

He promised he'd change. Twice.
And I believed him.

I loved him the way I knew best-quietly, patiently, without asking for too much. I waited through the silence. I held on, even when everything else started slipping away. But when love starts to wilt, no amount of care can bring it back to life.

This isn't a story of revenge.
It's a story of release.

Wilted is my story-of first love, quiet heartbreak, and the painful beauty of finally choosing myself.