He took so much from me—without hesitation, without remorse, and without regard for anyone, especially me. He knew how deeply I loved him, and still, I was discarded like I never mattered. It wasn’t just the betrayal—it was the way he did it, deliberately and with cruelty, like he wanted to leave a scar that would never fade.
He fed me lies, sold me dreams he never intended to build, made promises he never kept. It was all smoke and mirrors—future faking, false hope, and emotional manipulation. And I clung to it. I held on to every breadcrumb, every sliver of the man I thought he was.
Until someone new came along—someone unaware of his games, someone innocent enough to believe his mask was real. Just like that, I was replaced. Discarded. With no explanation, no closure. Just silence. And for a long time, I didn’t want it to be permanent. I begged for another chance, prayed to be chosen again, cried until I couldn’t breathe—still believing maybe, just maybe, he’d love me like I loved him.
But now I see the truth: this was the greatest unanswered prayer of my life. A blessing disguised as heartbreak. Because when I finally asked myself what I actually received from him, the answer was clear: empty words. Empty gestures. Actions driven by nothing but selfishness, control, and greed.
My biggest regret? Not seeing him for what he truly was. Or worse—seeing it and still not wanting to believe it.
He is the embodiment of manipulation and emotional destruction. A man with a hardened heart incapable of love. And no matter how hard I tried to reach him, fix him, or love him enough to change him—he was never going to be capable of loving me, or anyone else.
And I thank God for that unanswered prayer.
The Dust Settles 