Trying to Unlove You ‎ - by Shuliê

Trying to Unlove You‎‎Chapter 3:The Girl Who Helped Me Heal‎‎Healing didn't happen overnight.‎He continue his story. I was listening.‎‎To be honest...‎‎I don't even remember when it began.‎‎All I remember is that, little by little, someone refused to let me fight my battles alone ‎She was my ex-girlfriend's best friend. If someone had told me she would become one of the most important people in my life during that season, I wouldn't have believed them.‎‎At first, she was simply checking up on me. She would ask if I'm okay anytime she saw me and at times send messages to me.‎‎Whenever she noticed I sounded different, she'd ask, "Are you sure you're fine?"‎‎Sometimes I lied.‎‎Sometimes I admitted I wasn't.‎‎But she never judged me.‎‎She never forced me to talk.‎‎She simply stayed.‎‎Looking back now, I think that's what saved me.‎‎She reminded me that life didn't end with one heartbreak.‎‎She reminded me that there were still people who cared.‎‎Slowly...‎‎The pain became easier to carry.‎‎I laughed again.‎‎Not because I had forgotten what happened...‎‎But because someone helped me remember that I could still smile.‎‎Months passed, and our friendship became stronger.‎‎We talked almost every day.‎‎She understood my silence.‎‎She celebrated my small victories.‎‎Whenever I felt like giving up on love completely, she reminded me that not everyone would hurt me.‎‎Then suddenly ‎‎i noticed She's always staring at me and smiling. Then I realized she has fallen in love with me.‎‎For a some days, I didn't know what to say or do whenever she's around.‎‎Part of me was surprised and always quiet . Another part of me wasn't.‎‎Deep down, I think I had already noticed the way she cared for me.‎‎I cared about her too.‎‎How could I not?‎‎She had been there when I felt completely broken.‎‎She had helped me stand again when I thought I would never recover.‎‎So...‎i was just thinking Alot of things, I asked myself questions. ‎Do I love her as a friend? ‎or Do I love her as someone i will be spending my life with? ‎still trying to figure out which is which her parents conversations about the future became more serious.‎They talked about marriage with excitement.‎I suddenly got my answer to the question, I saw her as a friend, a good friend who helped me heal.‎I now know what I want and whom I want to be with because every time I imagined spending the rest of my life with her...‎‎Something inside me became unsettled.‎‎It wasn't because she was a bad person.‎‎She wasn't.‎‎She was kind.‎‎She was thoughtful.‎‎She had a beautiful heart.‎‎I'll always be grateful for everything she did for me.‎‎But gratitude isn't the same as love.‎‎The more I searched my heart, the more I realized something painful.‎‎I admired her.‎‎I respected her.‎‎I cared deeply about her.‎‎But I wasn't in love with her, the way she desired.‎‎I also realized that the qualities I had always prayed for in a wife were different from what I was seeing.‎‎I wanted someone whose values naturally aligned with mine.‎‎Someone I could build a lifetime with.‎‎Someone who challenged me to become a better man, not because she tried to change me, but because of the kind of person she was.‎‎Those thoughts haunted me.‎‎Every single day.‎‎Instead of talking to her honestly...‎‎I made the biggest mistake of my life.‎‎I became distant.‎‎I withdrew.‎‎Sometimes I answered her messages late.‎‎i was just avoiding her .‎She didn't deserve that, she deserved <a class="tc-blue external-link" href="https://honesty.Not" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">honesty.Not </a> confusion.‎‎She deserved an explanation. Not silence.‎She was hurt, and I couldn't blame her.‎If I had been in her position...‎I would have felt the same way. To this day, I regret the way I handled everything.‎‎Not because leaving was the wrong decision...‎‎But because I didn't communicate it with the kindness she deserved.‎‎After I left, I promised myself something.‎‎I would never enter another relationship unless I was completely certain.‎‎No more guessing.‎‎No more hoping love would grow.‎‎No more risking someone else's heart while trying to understand my own.‎‎I thought that promise would protect me.‎‎I had no idea life was about to test it.‎‎A few months later...‎‎I met you. We met in school. At first, you were just another student I happened to <a class="tc-blue external-link" href="https://know.Then" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">know.Then </a> we became friends. Somehow, without either of us forcing it, our conversations became longer.‎‎Your presence became familiar.‎‎And before I realized what was happening...‎‎You had quietly found a place in my heart.‎‎You were different.‎‎You listened without judging.‎‎You understood without demanding explanations.‎‎You respected people.‎‎You carried yourself with grace.‎‎Everything I had once prayed for...‎‎I began to see in you.‎‎That terrified me.‎‎Because for the first time in a long time...‎‎I wasn't afraid of being hurt.‎‎I was afraid of hurting you.‎‎So I searched for an excuse.‎‎Something that would convince both of us that walking away was the right thing to do.‎‎The age difference became that excuse.‎‎I repeated it so many times that I almost believed it myself.‎‎But deep inside...‎‎I knew the truth.‎‎It was never really about your age.‎‎It was also about a man who was still learning that a broken heart could love again.‎‎And perhaps...‎‎That was the truth I should have told you from the very beginning.‎To be continued....‎written by Shuliê -ink 🖋️ ‎

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