When They Said They Loved You - And Lied

 Somewhere in between his "I Love You" and her "I Thought I Was The Only One." two hearts were broken by the same man who didn't know what to do with either love.

The Beginning :Where Love Felt Like Truth

It always starts softly, doesn't it?

With words that feel warms. With gestures that seem pure. With promises that feel like home.

He made me believe in something that, at the time, I thought was rare - a connection. That rare kind of spark you read about, where you feel chosen in a world full of distractions. I thought I mattered. That what we had wasn't perfect, but it was real.

Because when someone looks at you and says, "you're mine," you want to believe them.

And I did.

The Middle: The Quiet Rise Of  Doubt

But love, when it's not honest, starts to rot slowly.

First, it was his sudden silences. The delayed replies. The excuses that didn't quite add up. The times he seemed present - but emotionally absent. I tried not to notice. I blamed overthinking. I told myself not to become the "insecure" one.

But deep down, my soul knew something wasn't right.

There were gaps - in stories, in timelines, in his availability. There were new passwords and hidden screens, late calls and unspoken names. The person who once told me everything was now someone I had to beg for the basics.

And still I stayed. 

Not because I didn't see the truth - but because I wasn't ready to accept it. 

Because when you love someone, your heart finds a thousand reasons to forgive the very things your mind in screaming about.

The Shock: The Other Side Of The Story 

And then....I found out.

There was someone else. A girl who was also in love, also being told she was specials.
Someone he was emotionally involve with - at the same time he was with me.

He told her things too. Gave her hope. Said he saw future. while sleeping beside my trust, texting me "I love you" in the same breath he was planning to meet her.

It shattered me.

It wasn't just about physicals betrayal. Honestly, to this day, I don't know how deep it went. And maybe I don't even want to know.

Because the betrayal that really scars you isn't the one that touches your body - it's the one that touches your soul. 

He looked me in the eyes and told me I was enough.
But all the while, he was feeding another heart with the same lies.

And I wondered: Was any of it ever real?

The Realization: Love Isn't Meant To Feel Like A War   

Somewhere between wanting answers and drownings in silence, I learned a painful truth:
Real love doesn't confuse you. It doesn't divide itself. It doesn't lie, and it doesn't borrow its warmth from someone else to give to you.

I was not in relationship - I was in a manipulation loop.
He used emotions as currency. He offered false hope like crumbs on a trail that led nowhere.
And the worst part?

He's still doing it.
With someone else now.

Another girl, another set of lies. Another emotional triangle where he gets to be the center and both hearts orbit around him, unaware that they're just... options. Not priorities.

I used to feel sorry for myself.

Now, I feel sorry for anyone still caught in his charm.

The Question That Haunted Me: What Was I To Him?

One day, I stopped waiting for his explanation.

There was no perfect closure coming. No honest confessions. No apology that would un-break me. I had to stop needing that from someone who was never capable of giving it in the first place. 

So I wrote my own ending.

I chose silence over arguments. Distance over drama. Dignity over begging for truth. I chose to grieve the version of him I loved - and bury the version that hurt me.

Because healing isn't about forgetting.
It's about Remembering who you are without their lies shaping your worth.

What I Know Now: It Wasn't Love If It Had to Be Shared

He said he loved me.
But love doesn't stand at a crossroad, looking at two hearts and wondering which one feels easy today.

Love doesn't entertain someone else while you're asleep beside them.
Love doesn't leave you guessing where you stand, or who else is standing next to you.

No - 
     That's not love. That's emotional convenience. That's manipulation dressed as affection.

And now when I hear the word "love,"
I remember the ache -
But I also remember the strength it took to walk away.

To Anyone Going Through This:

You are not alone.

You are not crazy for asking questions, for feeling betrayed, for crying over someone who clearly didn't deserve your softness.
You are not "too emotional." You are not "too much."

You are just honest.
You loved without games.
And that, in this world, is rare.

So don't let someone else's lies make you question your ability to love again.

Don't let their cowardice satin the idea of real love.

Don't let their need for "more" convince you that you weren't enough. 

You were. You still are.
You just gave your love to someone who wasn't ready for it - because he didn't even know how to love himself.

And Me?

I still have days when it hits me.
Random songs. Old texts. Memories I didn't delete.

But now, I don't cry over what we didn't become.
I breathe though it.
I live through it.

Because the version of me that stayed in the story -
She's no longer here.

And I don't want her back.
I want the girl who walked away.

End of The Topic 

You don't have to hate them to heal. But you do have to let go of the version of them that lied to you - so you can meet the version of yourself that deserved the truth.

You are not someone's second choice.

You are not someone's emotional crutch.

You are not a heart to be borrowed and returned.

You are the whole damn story - and one day, someone will read you with respect, not rewrite you with lies.