Loving you was a losing game

She loved him more than she had ever loved anyone. She memorized his habits, his laughter, the way his eyes shone when he spoke about his dreams.

She studied him like a sacred text, learned his weaknesses not to use against him but to protect him. She built her world around him, believing he was her safe place.

But love is cruel to those who give too much.

She found out the truth not through his confession but through the cracks in his lies, through the way his affection wavered, through the presence of someone else in the spaces that once belonged to her.

The betrayal shattered her, left her hollow and aching, a woman drowning in a love that no longer existed.

At first, she wanted to fight for him. To remind him of the nights they spent talking until dawn, the moments they promised forever. But the more she fought, the more she realized she was alone in the battle.

And then she made a decision.

She would not beg, not cry, not plead for someone who had already chosen to leave her heart in ruins. Instead, she would rebuild. Not for him, not for revenge, but for herself.

Healing wasn't easy. The nights were long, the memories lingered, and some wounds refused to fade. But she learned. She learned to love herself the way she once loved him. She found peace in the silence that once tormented her. She stopped searching for closure in his words and created it for herself.

One day, he came back, as they often do,

With apologies, regrets, and the weight of his mistakes. But she was no longer the woman he left behind.

She smiled at him, a bittersweet smile filled with everything she once felt, everything she had survived.

And then she walked away whole, healed, and stronger than ever.

Because sometimes, the best revenge is learning to live beautifully without them.