Left Them, Loved Myself Mga Nobela at Kwento

And that was it, the last straw. “You love each of them too much to let them hurt themselves.” He said and I didn’t wait any longer. I left. For good.

I said and left. ***

“Goodbye, Ash.” One tear escaped my eyes and slid down my cheek. I quickly brushed them away. I still loved him, but I no longer wanted him. Staying in this unhealthy relationship would only break me little by little until I was left with nothing. And as much as I loved him, my friends were right: I should love myself a little more.

I moved on and I'll never turn back now. It was just me, myself and I, about whom I cared. I didn't want another love. I left that girl in the junior year. I played music in my phone and danced for an hour to let go of all the fears that restrained me from loving my life. After that I opened my arms and let my weight fall on the bed. I was feeling like the happiest one on this planet. Maybe this was the best day of my life. And another thing it was my birthday now. It was 12:00, 17 June. I felt so contented somehow.

"Ohh…right…you mean the chance to change the sleepless nights you gave to me, the torturous beatings, the daily cursing, the daily reminder of always telling me I was nothing and can never be…." Tears were threatening to fall from my eyes but I did my best in blinking them back "Cat, I'm sorry please I haven't been the same since you left my life" I smirk wickedly and walk close to him, looking him straight in the eyes, I said "Wow, well trust me dear leaving you was the best thing I ever did for myself cause I wouldn't have discovered myself if I was still leaving under your shackles of love" "Sweetheart please…" He tried holding my hand but I flung his hand away, giving him the "fuck you"

I can not understand anything going on. "Keep an eye on these people." I got up and left, to my home. The house is cold and so empty. It's only a day we both confessed our love to each other. I planned to have some fun. Be happy for once, even though I can't guarantee my life, she went missing. My chest feels empty, like a spare space, I feel like my head is unstable, all my veins fail to carry my blood. There's only one way I can get these out of my head... I need to think straight.

Being left by someone you loved… Left for someone else… It breaks you in ways you can’t even name. And losing an innocent life because the person who left you took everything with them… That’s how self-destruction begins. And I felt all of it the moment he walked away from me. I lost my—

And now, my beloved Sam was running off with his boss from the grocery store… fu€king Luigi! I drug myself from my cocoon of wallowing heartbreak, walking to the bathroom of our 3 bedroom apartment. I normally left the door unlocked so Sam or the kids could use the restroom while I showered, but I needed my space and boundaries. I slid the lock across and pulled off the T-Shirt that was Sam’s in the hamper, “I’m pathetic, I want to smell the man who just crushed my world?!” I scoff out loud while looking at myself in the mirror. After 3 c-sections my belly was saggy and soft, I nursed my last 2 with baby led weaning so my EE breasts hung in an unattractive manner. No wonder Sam didn’t find m

And I wait for the moment I can leave this all behind. Even though I know I’ll never really leave him behind. Because I’m in love with a man who won’t choose me. And leaving doesn’t change that. It just means I chose myself instead. Finally.

Miranda continued, "I used to think loving someone meant giving everything selflessly, without expecting anything in return. But later, I realized—" Her eyes lit up, like sunlight breaking through the clouds, spilling warmth. "You have to love yourself first. If you lose who you are, how can you possibly have the right to love someone else? "Love, to me now, isn't a necessity. After wasting six years and finally picking up my academic path again, I don't want to disappoint my mentors. And I refuse to let my own hard work go to waste. So, for me, things are good as they are."