I didn't know if I could bear this terrible pain in my heart, the breakup of a relationship will always be painful for the one who is still in love, not for the other person. For the other person stopped loving me a long time ago, how could it hurt him in any way to break up with me if he already forgot all about me?
He has already cut me out of his life, what I didn't imagine was that he had already planned it in advance.
I can't deny it, he was always a gentleman. He treated me in the best possible way and filled me with his words of love, he tried so many times to win me over, it took him so long to get me to notice him, I never thought that love would end so soon.
I’m only grateful for the beautiful moments I lived with him when he finally won my heart, everyone told me he was a good man, that he would never leave me, that such a great love would never end.
I'm a bit of a rebel, I shouldn't blame him for getting tired of me either. Of my crazy outbursts of fights for no reason… I'm a spoiled woman, used to having everything at my fingertips, to discard what I don't like and to have what I want.
But life gave me surprises. Because I got someone that at first I didn't want and I was discarded at worst when he got tired of me.
It all started very fast. I was busy in my things, with my friends and family, but I started to notice small changes in the way he was, he didn't bother to come home as often as he used to, he would give me excuses for anything he could think of.
I was used to believing him because he was never a man of lies, but there's always a first time for everything and I didn't think anything of it.
The day came when I could no longer stand his rudeness and I decided to find out what was going on, so I went to his workplace. I never showed up there because I didn't see the need, no one knew me in that company as his partner because we weren't even spouses, just loving couples living a love affair for several years.
There I sat waiting, on the outskirts of the company. There’s some kind of garden that overlooks the entrance of the place and there with a magazine in hand and my sunglasses I set out to perform my detective activity.
It was a long time before I saw him come out, I guess he opened the door for her because she came out in front. I recognized her because she was my friend and all I needed was one look at her, that’s when I noticed that he was behind her and, when he caught up, he did the same thing he did to me many times.
He grabbed her hand from behind and reached out to hug her body, just like he had done with me in the past so many times. I felt myself die in the inside, something breaking within. I never imagined that he and she were together, she heard what my life was like with him so many times and she listened as I told her he was as seductive, as kind, as loving as I had ever known anyone.
She would just tell me that I was such a lucky woman because I had a man by my side who loved me and always showed it.
I didn't know how or when but something went through her mind or… maybe both of their minds and they decided to play me.
Why didn't he be honest and tell me that he no longer loved me? Now these questions remained in my mind, he would no longer clarify them for me because he was already gone. According to him, he was very hurt with my “offensive attitude” and left home.
Quite an act on his part, or maybe it’s more accurate to say on their parts. When will she tell me she’s with him? After all the weeks I spent crying and telling all my friends that he left me because of my brattishness? Or maybe long after that?
And as I said at the beginning today, there is only one person in mourning and that is me, because he already has another love and I still love him.
To lessen my pain I have decided to write my story and let my heart bury between these lines all this immense pain, I’m not going to cry anymore, I’m not even going to talk to him anymore. I’ll let them be happy and in the meantime I will not cry, I promise not to go back.
I’ll turn my page, cover my pain and go on with my life. It won't be easy but I'm not the first and I won't be the last, but I will be another survivor of a tragic love.
Don't feel bad my dear readers because this is a fictional love story taken from the real life daily plot of old stories from my memories.
Thank you all for reading and thank you @Jane for renewing your sponsorship. I love you all.
I really thought this is a real story from your Gertu. But it is a Fiction made by you. However we can't deny that things like this really do happen in a relationship and that's the reality. It is very painful but needed to face so that we could move on. I just feel sad for those people who are left behind by the love of their life because they already look forward to their future.