"A Heart That Loved to Death… Then Learned to Survive"

I wasn’t looking for love...

I was searching for something that made me feel alive.

Something that reminded me I mattered — that I existed.

So when I fell in love for the first time, I gave it everything.

My heart? I offered it with no conditions.

My time? It belonged to her.

My attention? She had it, even for the little things she never noticed in herself.

I thought love meant giving endlessly — putting the other person first, no matter what.

And that’s exactly what I did.

Even on my worst days, I showed up.

I ignored my pain, canceled my plans, pushed away my friends, and forgot myself…

All for someone who never truly saw me.

Every time she neglected me or pushed me away, I told myself,

“Love is patient.”

I kept believing she’d understand one day —

That she’d realize how deeply I loved her.

But what I didn’t realize was this:

I was slowly falling apart.

Piece by piece… I was disappearing.

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Then came the second one.

But she wasn’t the healing I hoped for — she was worse.

She used me like an emergency button —

Only called when she felt lonely,

Only came around when her life was empty.

And still… I returned.

Like a man who grew used to shadows.

Like someone convinced he didn’t deserve more.

I began to see myself through their eyes.

And every time they made me feel worthless…

I believed them.

**

Years passed.

Wounds piled up.

And somewhere along the way… I lost myself.

I forgot what I loved.

I forgot what made me laugh.

I forgot what I dreamed of.

I became someone who only lived to please others.

Shrinking. Hiding.

Lying to myself just to feel “enough.”

Until one day…

I shattered completely.

**

The last one… she felt different.

She looked at me like she actually cared.

She was warm, present, kind —

At least at first.

And I believed.

I truly thought I had found home.

But something changed.

Or maybe… I just didn’t want to see.

Her words grew colder.

Her affection turned into obligation.

Her eyes… no longer held the softness they once did.

And then came the day.

I saw the messages.

I found the truth:

She was cheating.

Deep down, I already knew.

But I had silenced my instincts for so long…

I had forgotten how to listen.

When I confronted her, she didn’t deny it.

No tears. No shame.

She looked me straight in the eyes and said:

“You’re too weak… you have no backbone.”

That sentence… crushed me.

**

But my tears… they weren’t for her.

They were for the man I abandoned — myself.

For every time I betrayed my own heart.

For every night I swallowed my pain and begged to be loved.

But something else happened in that moment.

That pain didn’t destroy me… it woke me up.

**

I walked away from everyone.

I sat with my silence.

I reintroduced myself… to myself.

I learned to say “No.”

To set boundaries.

To love myself the way I had begged others to love me.

I realized:

Love should never feel like dying.

It should never ask you to disappear just to belong.

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And now, when I look back,

I don’t see weakness — I see a warrior.

A man who went to war for his soul…

And won.

I thank every broken heart.

Every lie. Every ending.

Because without them…

I wouldn’t have found myself again.

**

And to every man who’s given too much:

Stand up.

Stop giving your heart to those who can’t hold it.

Stop shrinking just so others can feel tall.

Stop dying just to feel loved.

Real love will never ask you to break.

Real love looks at you and says:

“I see you. Just as you are.”