I want to apologize to all my readers for not continuing the story or fixing the whole thing. Honestly, it’s hard to write a love story when you’ve grown to hate love. 2024 changed a lot for me. I fell in love, started hating love, moved on, and now I’m left with trust issues.
It feels like boys are all the same—that’s what I’ve seen around me. So, yeah, I’ve reached a point where I hate love, I don’t trust boys, and marriage? I’m not even sure I want to get married anymore. How can I be sure my husband would be loyal? Even Princess Diana was cheated on. I don't believe in love anymore..
Maybe one day, when my heart melts and it rings a bell, I’ll write again. But until then, this is where I am....
