At least once in a lifetime, we all encounter that one love that wasn’t truly love. The kind that consumes you, molds you, and leaves behind a scar too deep to fade. It arrives like a storm, wild and intoxicating, making you believe it’s everything you’ve ever wanted. You convince yourself that the pain is just part of passion, that the chaos means it’s real. But love isn’t meant to break you.
Still, you hold on. Not to the person, perhaps, but to the memories, to the illusion of what it could have been. It lingers in the quiet moments, in the songs that once belonged to you both, in the words left unspoken. A ghost that refuses to be laid to rest.
And yet, there always comes a moment of clarity, a fork in the road where you must decide. Do you stay, wrapped in the comfort of something that only brings you pain? Or do you gather the strength to walk away, even if it means leaving a part of yourself behind?
The choice is never easy, but it is always yours to make.