A Love That Wasn't Meant to Be

I met him on a Sunday morning, and my life changed forever. He was laughing with his friends close to my hostel, and his smile caught my attention. I was shy when he walked up to me and asked for my number. We started talking, and I discovered we had so much in common. We both loved music, movies, and trying out new foods. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and before I knew it, we were going out frequently.

Days passed, and I couldn't stop thinking about him. I was looking forward to always seeing him again. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. We kept in touch, and our connection grew stronger. One day, he decided to take a chance and ask me out on a date. My heart was racing, but I said yes!

We went on a romantic dinner, and the sparks flew. We talked, laughed, and got lost in each other's eyes. From that moment on, we were inseparable. We explored the city together, tried new adventures, and supported each other's dreams. Our love grew, and we knew we were meant to be.

As the months went by, we started sharing our deepest secrets and fears with each other. We became each other's rock, supporting and encouraging each other through thick and thin. I remember the first time I told him I had loved him too from the very beginning. We were sitting on a hill overlooking the city, watching the sunset. He turned to me with tears in his eyes and said, "I love you too."

But as time went by, things changed. He started seeing other women, and it completely broke my heart. I had always comforted him, and he kept apologizing and begging me not to leave him. I was so confused because I loved him, so I stayed.

Then, I fell sick and decided to visit a random hospital because I suspected I was pregnant. I didn't want to visit our family doctor, so I went to the hospital, did some tests, and it was confirmed that I was pregnant. I cried my eyes out because I wasn't ready to be a mother, but I had to do something urgently about the situation.

I went and told Frank, my boyfriend, about the pregnancy, and he told me to get rid of it. He said he wasn't ready to be a father and didn't care what I did about the pregnancy. He threw me out of the house.

I decided to go back and live with a friend for a while. I cried every day because I genuinely loved Frank, and he betrayed me when I needed him the most. I got support from my friends, and I kept my baby.

Nine months later, I gave birth to a baby boy, and I gave him all the love in the world. My parents later found out and forgave me. They accepted me and my son.

I graduated from school, got a decent job, and started living my best life with my son. Years later, Frank got my address from one of my friends and decided to beg for our forgiveness. After listening to his story and how things had gone bad for him, I forgave him. But I just couldn't go back to him because I was okay, happy, and that's all that mattered to me.