CrystalAdutwum
Love has always been painted as something pure-soft touches, stolen glances, whispered promises of forever. They say when you fall, it feels like flying. And for me, it did. When I met him, my world shifted. Every laugh was brighter, every silence felt safe, and every moment carried the warmth of belonging.
He was the first person who made me believe in destiny, the kind of love that poets wrote about and songs couldn't capture. His words became my comfort, his arms my sanctuary. With him, I built dreams so fragile yet so beautiful, as if even the stars had conspired to write our names side by side.
But love, I would learn, isn't always what it seems. It can be a mask-gentle on the surface, but sharp beneath. It can blind you, make you ignore the small cracks in trust, the late-night silences, the unreturned calls that you convince yourself mean nothing.
I gave him my heart with both hands, believing he would protect it. I gave him my trust without hesitation, believing he would honor it. I gave him my soul, believing love meant safety.
But sometimes, the very person you would sacrifice everything for... is the one who quietly sharpens the knife behind your back.
And when the truth comes, it doesn't just break your heart-it rewrites everything you thought you knew about love.