talesbyAishikaa
I was 15 when I gave him my whole heart.
He took it, broke it, cheated on me over and over, called me names that still echo sometimes, humiliated me in front of everyone.
Then I broke up with him.
And the world broke up with me too.
Years of crying, stalking, begging for scraps of attention, hating my body, hating myself.
Until one day I decided: enough.
This isn't a love story.
It's a survival story.
Moving on isn't pretty.
It's bloody, ugly, lonely...
and eventually, it's mine.