“I Loved You Truly, But I Chose Myself”

“I Loved You Truly, But I Chose Myself”

Introduction

Breakups are not just about losing someone. They're about losing a part of ourselves — the version that once dreamed of forever with the wrong person.

I gave my heart without hesitation, loved with everything I had, and in the end, I was left with pieces. But this isn’t a story of heartbreak.

It’s a story of rediscovery — of finding strength in solitude, beauty in healing, and power in choosing myself.

1. When Love Turned Into Loneliness

I never imagined the person who once called me their “home” would eventually feel like a stranger.

There was a time when every message from him made me smile, when every call made my day. But slowly, things began to change.

The affection faded. The warmth in his words turned cold. Calls became short, texts became delayed, and slowly, so did his love.

I began to feel like a ghost in a relationship I once called real. I stayed longer than I should have — not because I was naïve or weak, but because I believed love could fix what was already broken.

I wanted to believe the version of him I fell for still existed somewhere. But love, when one-sided, slowly turns into loneliness.

2. The Pain of Letting Go

Walking away from someone you deeply love is one of the hardest things a heart can do.

It feels like a part of your soul is being torn out — like breathing becomes heavier and the world becomes quieter.

I cried in silence. I questioned my worth. I wondered if I wasn’t good enough to be fought for.

There were nights I stayed up hoping for a text, a call, an apology — anything to tell me I mattered. But silence was the only answer I got.

And then, one day, it hit me: the longer I waited for someone to recognize my worth, the more I was forgetting it myself.

3. Healing Wasn’t Magical — It Was Messy

Healing doesn’t look like what movies show us. It’s not instant peace or sudden strength.

For me, it was ugly. There were sleepless nights, mornings I didn’t want to get out of bed, and songs that hurt like daggers.

But little by little, I started writing again. I found comfort in solitude.

I stopped replaying memories and instead started creating new ones — alone.

Healing came in the form of small victories: not crying when his favorite song played, smiling without feeling guilty, and finally saying his name without a tear escaping.

4. Choosing Myself Again

I stopped searching for closure in places that hurt me.

I realized I didn’t need his apology to move on. I gave myself the closure I deserved.

I whispered to myself in the mirror: “You were enough then. You’re more than enough now.”

I started rebuilding — with self-love as my foundation.

I chose peace over chaos, solitude over toxic company, and growth over guilt.

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