He loved her before me

He was never fully hers.

Not in the way she wanted.

Because a part of him had already belonged to someone else-
long before she walked into his life.

She saw it in the silence.
In the distance.
In the way he held on to things he never spoke about.

Still, she chose him.

Not blindly.
Not weakly.

But with the quiet confidence of someone who believed she could reach him.

And for a moment... it almost worked.

Until the past came back.

Now, he has to choose.

But this time-

she might not stay.