Now, I look back and smile not because it didn't hurt, but because I grew through it all. I've learned that not everyone who enters your life is meant to stay. Some are lessons, some are blessings, and some are both.
I'm not the same girl who waited in silence while someone chose someone else. I'm no longer the girl who let prideful words confuse her worth. I'm her the woman who knows her value, who loves deeply but wisely, who chooses peace over chaos, and herself over any half-love.
And that's where I am now becoming, blooming, and never settling again
Most time still think about Raymond and I. We had something beautiful. He showed me what it meant to be cared for genuinely, without expecting anything in return. Even when life hit him hard when he lost everything to a fake investment he never stopped trying to show me love in the little ways he could. He sent gifts, messages, and stayed emotionally present, even while struggling.
But over time, something shifted.
The distance, the stress, the silent weight of everything he was going through—it started creating space between us. Not arguments, not betrayal—just silence. We tried to hold on. We tried to stay close. But deep down, we both knew we were drifting. And one day, with a soft conversation and heavy hearts, we let each other go.
There were no harsh words. Just understanding. And maybe that's what made it hurt more
It took a while to adjust. I missed him not just the gifts or attention but the way he made me feel seen. But I also knew I couldn't keep waiting for a version of him that no longer existed. We had outgrown what we once were.