I Was the Reason Our Love Ended
I was the one who led our relationship to its end. She never wanted to leave me, but I left her with no choice.
She was married. So was I—just not to each other. My love for her was pure; I wanted nothing but her. We had known each other for six or seven years, shared everything, and for over two years, we were practically living together. We cooked, ate, and spent every moment we could side by side. I watched her do everything she could for me, putting her heart and soul into our relationship. And yes, I loved her, but I stopped myself from saying it out loud.
She wanted me to be someone she could trust completely, a person with whom she could be herself without hesitation. But I was cruel. I treated her as if she belonged to me, making all the decisions without thinking about her happiness. I didn’t support her the way she needed, and in the end, I failed to make her happy.
She was beautiful, warm, and always there for me—mentally, emotionally, even financially. I admired her independence, but deep down, she longed for someone who would allow her to lean on them. And I wasn’t that person.
Now, she’s married, and all I can do is interfere in her life when I shouldn’t. I asked her to block me everywhere so she could move on and find happiness with the person she chose. She was a girl with thousands of memories shared with me, but she’s no longer mine.
I wish her a life filled with love and grace.
