Whispers of hoax

The Words of a Broken Heart 

Namaste! Everyone...

Here is a Vicious experience of a broken heart. Filled up with endless sorrow, it might give you another perspective of betrayal. I titled it...........

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You know, I believed in you more than I've ever felt in anyone, even in myself at times. I trusted you completely because you were my partner, with confidence, and love. We were together for years. Years that now feel like a lifetime ago, like a dream, I'm trying to wake from the promises you made, the moments we shared, the kisses that felt like forever, the hugs that made the world disappear, and those late-night phone calls that stretched until dawn. We built a world out of those moments, didn't we?

I thought I had my whole future with you mapped out. In my heart, I Imagined us walking down the aisle, living the life we always talked about, hand in hand, growing old together. You said you felt the same, and I believed you. How could I not? I was madly, hopelessly, in love with you. Without you, it feels like I've been dropped into an endless void of darkness, one I can't navigate on my own.

You said you loved me. You told me that I was everything to you. That without me, you were nothing. You made me believe that we were one in a million unique, untouchable, destined. I trusted you with all that I had and convinced my family to trust you too. And they did. They welcomed you like one of their own because I vouched for your love, your care, and your heart. But how easily that trust crumbled. How easily you left it all behind.. as if it was nothing.  Just a spark, a moment, and you changed. Brutally, suddenly, you started pushing me away. And I still don't understand why.

For rumors? Or for a luxurious lifestyle in Paris? Is that all it took for you to throw away everything we built? Did the allure of a life in luxury really mean more to you than love, trust, and the life we dreamed of together? How could you abandon all those little moments we shared? Do you even remember them? The way we'd laugh at the simplest things, how sharing a pizza together felt like the richest feast in the world because you were there with me. But now I see... it wasn't the joy of being together you cherished. It was the fortune, the lifestyle, the status.

You never truly loved me, did you? You loved the idea of a future filled with materialistic pleasure, and a high-priced lifestyle, not the people who filled it with warmth and love. How could you leave all our memories behind so easily? Was it really that simple for you? I was a fool to think what we had was special, something irreplaceable.

Are you happier now, with the stranger you've chosen? Do you feel the same rush of love, the same joy with him? Or is it all just a shiny new distraction? I doubt you feel anything real anymore. Sure, you might be having fun with your luxurious things, but you'll never feel the depth of love again, not like we had. You've lost something far more precious than you realize.

You succeeded in breaking my heart, and in deceiving my family. You became a master at betrayal. But it's okay. I hope you'll at least be faithful to this new man, the one you're planning to marry. I hope you won't break him the way you broke me, though I can't help but wonder... does he know who you really are? Does he know the kind of woman you are, beneath the pretty lies? No man would want to hear the truth about your past. A woman's character is defined by how she treats those who love her, and I know all too well how you treated me and my family. You destroyed the trust, the love, the future we were supposed to have, all for a fleeting taste of wealth.

For five years, I was everything to you or so I thought. But now I see I was nothing more than a passing phase, a chapter you could easily close when something shinier caught your eye. Was it fair to treat me like that? To discard me like an old pair of sandals that you replace whenever you feel like it? No. You didn't lose me, you lost yourself. you lost your integrity, your character, your ability to love.

Love isn't about sex or dates or staying up all night texting and calling each other. Love isn't about the fun little things we did together. Love is about standing by someone when everything else falls apart. It's about choosing that person, again and again, and again, in the worst of times. It's about being there when the world is dark and cold and giving them hope that they're not alone. Love is someone who sees your broken pieces and gently puts them back together, someone who brings a smile to your face even when you feel like crying. Love is devotion, not distraction.

Did you ever find any flaws in me that justified what you did? Or did I simply love you too much? Maybe that was my flaw. I gave too much of myself to you and believed too deeply in us.

You know what I realized? You were never the frog you pretended to be. You were the snake in disguise. I thought you were harmless, someone who couldn't hurt me. I walked through the darkness, believing you were my safety, my light. But in reality, you were waiting to strike, to sink your venom into me. And when you did, it was lethal. You drained me of my trust, my hope, my love. You were always the snake. And I was the fool who didn't see it.

But I'll heal. One day, I'll find love again, the kind of love that's true and lasting, the kind you'll never understand.

As for you? You'll always be chasing something, but you'll never find it.