In the labyrinth of my heart, there was a man whom I thought I loved deeply. He was the embodiment of passion, and his allure was magnetic. But beneath the intoxicating spell of his presence, I discovered a painful truth that I can no longer deny. My heart had been tethered to his, and I willingly gave him my all. I told him, "I love you," and I meant it. Yet, he chose to tread upon my feelings indifferently, a coldness that left me drowning in a sea of uncertainty. For reasons I could not fathom, he would only reach out when desire coursed through his veins, leaving me longing for more. I found myself trapped in a cycle of self-inflicted torment, always the one to initiate contact, my heart yearning for the connection I craved. It was a dance that left me bruised and battered, with my self-esteem hanging by a thread. Today, in a serendipitous encounter along our familiar path, he offered me nothing more than a fleeting side hug. No words, no affection, just a reminder of how...
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