To the One Who Almost Had My Heart

[Persephone]

This is a personal reflection, written as a means of closure and healing. I am sharing it here for my own emotional release.

Dear XXX,

I want to cry, but I can't, and I won't. I'm angry—not at you, but at myself.

Why did I let you get close to me? Why did I lower my boundaries? I may never have an answer.

You are everything I want in a man, yet you are everything I don't want in one.

I cherish the moments we shared—how you bought cologne just because I mentioned I liked the scent, how you downloaded Ludo just to play with me. Those were gestures that showed me you cared, and they meant the world to me.

Once, you jokingly asked which kind of Ram you should be. I said Ram from SitaRaman, and you agreed. But that version of you never materialized, and that hurt.

I know you are capable of loving me, but I also know you are capable of hurting me. And as much as I might want to keep you close, I can’t let you break me. It has taken me years to understand what true love is, and I refuse to let anyone take away the strength I've built. I won't let you do that to me—because I never want to hate you.

So, with a heavy heart, I’ve decided to say goodbye. But it still hurts. Why does it hurt so much? When does the pain stop?

I wish things could have been different, but I know this is the right choice for me, even if it doesn’t feel that way right now.

Take care of yourself, and I hope you find the happiness you're searching for. As for me, I need to heal and move forward, even though part of me will always remember what we shared.

Goodbye,
Your baby

(the first man I ever allowed to call me baby)​

 

[Choudhary_]

This is a personal reflection, written as a means of closure and healing. I am sharing it here for my own emotional release.

Dear XXX,

I want to cry, but I can't, and I won't. I'm angry—not at you, but at myself.

Why did I let you get close to me? Why did I lower my boundaries? I may never have an answer.

You are everything I want in a man, yet you are everything I don't want in one.

I cherish the moments we shared—how you bought cologne just because I mentioned I liked the scent, how you downloaded Ludo just to play with me. Those were gestures that showed me you cared, and they meant the world to me.

Once, you jokingly asked which kind of Ram you should be. I said Ram from SitaRaman, and you agreed. But that version of you never materialized, and that hurt.

I know you are capable of loving me, but I also know you are capable of hurting me. And as much as I might want to keep you close, I can’t let you break me. It has taken me years to understand what true love is, and I refuse to let anyone take away the strength I've built. I won't let you do that to me—because I never want to hate you.

So, with a heavy heart, I’ve decided to say goodbye. But it still hurts. Why does it hurt so much? When does the pain stop?

I wish things could have been different, but I know this is the right choice for me, even if it doesn’t feel that way right now.

Take care of yourself, and I hope you find the happiness you're searching for. As for me, I need to heal and move forward, even though part of me will always remember what we shared.

Goodbye,
Your baby

(the first man I ever allowed to call me baby)​

Tag that ur baby also let's see who's that baby

 

[EkaLustYa]

Nicely expressed emotions !

Okay this is not about me - as I never downloaded ludo lol. Just kidding - let the healing begin!

 

[criss cross]

This is a personal reflection, written as a means of closure and healing. I am sharing it here for my own emotional release.

Dear XXX,

I want to cry, but I can't, and I won't. I'm angry—not at you, but at myself.

Why did I let you get close to me? Why did I lower my boundaries? I may never have an answer.

You are everything I want in a man, yet you are everything I don't want in one.

I cherish the moments we shared—how you bought cologne just because I mentioned I liked the scent, how you downloaded Ludo just to play with me. Those were gestures that showed me you cared, and they meant the world to me.

Once, you jokingly asked which kind of Ram you should be. I said Ram from SitaRaman, and you agreed. But that version of you never materialized, and that hurt.

I know you are capable of loving me, but I also know you are capable of hurting me. And as much as I might want to keep you close, I can’t let you break me. It has taken me years to understand what true love is, and I refuse to let anyone take away the strength I've built. I won't let you do that to me—because I never want to hate you.

So, with a heavy heart, I’ve decided to say goodbye. But it still hurts. Why does it hurt so much? When does the pain stop?

I wish things could have been different, but I know this is the right choice for me, even if it doesn’t feel that way right now.

Take care of yourself, and I hope you find the happiness you're searching for. As for me, I need to heal and move forward, even though part of me will always remember what we shared.

Goodbye,
Your baby

(the first man I ever allowed to call me baby)​

It's okay to feel hurt; it’s a testament to how much you cared and how deeply you felt. Healing will come in time, though it might not feel linear. Allow yourself to grieve, but also hold onto the hope and resolve you’ve shown here.

 

[Anshhi]

This is a personal reflection, written as a means of closure and healing. I am sharing it here for my own emotional release.

Dear XXX,

I want to cry, but I can't, and I won't. I'm angry—not at you, but at myself.

Why did I let you get close to me? Why did I lower my boundaries? I may never have an answer.

You are everything I want in a man, yet you are everything I don't want in one.

I cherish the moments we shared—how you bought cologne just because I mentioned I liked the scent, how you downloaded Ludo just to play with me. Those were gestures that showed me you cared, and they meant the world to me.

Once, you jokingly asked which kind of Ram you should be. I said Ram from SitaRaman, and you agreed. But that version of you never materialized, and that hurt.

I know you are capable of loving me, but I also know you are capable of hurting me. And as much as I might want to keep you close, I can’t let you break me. It has taken me years to understand what true love is, and I refuse to let anyone take away the strength I've built. I won't let you do that to me—because I never want to hate you.

So, with a heavy heart, I’ve decided to say goodbye. But it still hurts. Why does it hurt so much? When does the pain stop?

I wish things could have been different, but I know this is the right choice for me, even if it doesn’t feel that way right now.

Take care of yourself, and I hope you find the happiness you're searching for. As for me, I need to heal and move forward, even though part of me will always remember what we shared.

Goodbye,
Your baby

(the first man I ever allowed to call me baby)​

When you drop a letter at the post office, don't worry the letter will reach its destination. Take care and love yourself.
*A_AICS

 

[Dom55]

This is a personal reflection, written as a means of closure and healing. I am sharing it here for my own emotional release.

Dear XXX,

I want to cry, but I can't, and I won't. I'm angry—not at you, but at myself.

Why did I let you get close to me? Why did I lower my boundaries? I may never have an answer.

You are everything I want in a man, yet you are everything I don't want in one.

I cherish the moments we shared—how you bought cologne just because I mentioned I liked the scent, how you downloaded Ludo just to play with me. Those were gestures that showed me you cared, and they meant the world to me.

Once, you jokingly asked which kind of Ram you should be. I said Ram from SitaRaman, and you agreed. But that version of you never materialized, and that hurt.

I know you are capable of loving me, but I also know you are capable of hurting me. And as much as I might want to keep you close, I can’t let you break me. It has taken me years to understand what true love is, and I refuse to let anyone take away the strength I've built. I won't let you do that to me—because I never want to hate you.

So, with a heavy heart, I’ve decided to say goodbye. But it still hurts. Why does it hurt so much? When does the pain stop?

I wish things could have been different, but I know this is the right choice for me, even if it doesn’t feel that way right now.

Take care of yourself, and I hope you find the happiness you're searching for. As for me, I need to heal and move forward, even though part of me will always remember what we shared.

Goodbye,
Your baby

(the first man I ever allowed to call me baby)​

Real emotions has lot of strength.