Sweetesttea :
When we first met, you broke the waffle machine, and I walked over to help you. I never knew that such an ordinary moment would become the beginning of two years of my life. You wanted to take me to Cheesecake Factory and I insisted on Taco Bell. You gave me flowers that withered in the backseat of your car, so you gave me a vase and more flowers. We fell asleep beside each other while you mumbled in your sleep. I’d cover your ears just to whisper that I loved you, and I thanked the Lord for giving me someone who felt like a missing piece, because we used to say we were like puzzles—we just fit. We danced in the kitchen, fed each other strawberries, had pillow fights, sang in the car, celebrated our firsts, and slowly built a life out of all those little moments. I loved you through every flaw, supported you through everything, stayed through the arguments, searched for solutions, compromised, and kept choosing us because I thought that was what love meant. Then, two years later, our story ended through a phone call: “I’m sorry. You’re not the one. I don’t see a future with you. If it helps, you need to move on. I’m sorry I broke our promise.” And I still don’t know how something that once felt so much like home could become something I had to leave behind. I loved you with all my heart. I gave you all of me. And sometimes I still wonder… all that love, all that patience, all that choosing, all those little moments we thought would become a lifetime—for what? I used to be the one. I used to feel
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