"The Scar That Never Heals"

so, it was a cold day of December and it was raining. I rush to park my bike in university's parking and run towards the main building and thought to take a quiet warm breath in library because there was still time to my class. From that day I never felt the same until...

I met her (Stela) in our university’s library. She was sitting alone, lost in a worn-out poetry book, tracing the pages like they held her soul. Something about her silence call me — not loud, not dramatic, just warm. we exchanged smiles. That was all it took.

From there, a friendship blossomed between two former strangers. we became best friends. we shared dreams under starlit skies and laughed so hard some nights that the world didn’t feel real.

Five years passed. Five years of promises. I start believing she was mine forever.

But forever is a fragile lie.

Jack my childhood friend, was always around. I trusted him like a brother. I never saw the stolen glances between Jack and Stela. Never noticed how Jack always seemed to understand her silences a little too well.

While I worked late to build a future, they were building something else behind my back — a betrayal stitched in whispers and secrecy.

I had taken a job as a junior architect at a small firm. The hours were brutal, but I loved creating something lasting — something real. I wanted to design a life for us, not just dream about it. Each late night sketching floor plans or redlining blueprints, I told myself it was for her, for us. I missed dinners, sure, but I thought love was strong enough to wait. I thought she understood.

One night, I came home early as opened the door… the time stopped.

There they were — Stela and Jack — laughing, her hand in his. The kind of closeness that wasn't just friendly. The kind that shattered my entire world.

She didn’t cry. She didn’t deny it.

She just said, “I didn’t mean to fall for him. It just… happened.”

I felt like someone had ripped my heart out and left it bleeding in front of me. My whole body went numb. The girl I imagined m future with had fallen for my past.

Weeks passed, but the nights were cruel. I stopped answering calls. Stopped playing guitar — the thing that once brought me peace. Every night in my mind, wondering how love could turn so cold without warning.

Sometimes I walk that library, wondering if I’d do it all again — smile back, fall in love, believe in forever. And strangely, the answer is yes. Because even though she broke me, she also showed me the kind of love I’m capable of giving. And one day, someone will be ready to receive it fully — without the lies, without the betrayal. Just real, enduring love.

And still I never hated her. Because the pain wasn’t in losing her.

It was in remembering how deeply I had loved someone who could forget me so easily.

Moral;

Sometimes it is not compulsory, the way you feel about someone, feels the same