I had given up. After years of heartbreak, disappointment, and betrayal, I genuinely believed that love was no longer meant for me. Every relationship I had entered seemed doomed from the start, every promise dissolved into pain, every hope crushed by reality. I would lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I would ever feel the warmth of trust, the comfort of companionship, or the excitement of being truly understood. Friends encouraged me, family reassured me, but their words fell flat against the weight of my own despair. Love had become a distant memory, a dream that I no longer allowed myself to chase.
It was in that state of hopelessness that I reached my lowest point. Tears fell freely, and I whispered into the darkness, “I will never find love again. Everything always falls apart.” The echoes of my own voice seemed to mock me, amplifying the loneliness that had taken root in my heart. I stopped caring about dating, about opportunities, even about myself in many ways. My life felt like an endless loop of waiting and losing, and I had resigned myself to a future devoid of the joy that I had once imagined love could bring.…CONTINUE READING
