My Life Journey With Him :)

It was a question that lingered in the back of my mind like a ghost that wouldn't leave—haunting, persistent. Why did you come into my life, acting like you loved me? You walked in with a smile so warm, so inviting, that I almost forgot what loneliness felt like. You showed me something I had never known before: a kind of love that felt all-encompassing, a world where I wasn't just enough, I was everything.

For a while, it felt like a dream—one of those rare moments where reality outshines fantasy. You cared. At least, that's what I believed. You'd text me in the middle of the night just to say you missed me. You'd call me on your breaks, even if only to hear my voice for a few minutes. The way you looked at me, with those eyes that seemed to see right into my soul, made me feel seen, truly seen, for the first time in my life.

I believed it all. I believed in you. I let down the walls I had so carefully constructed over the years, brick by painful brick. I let you in, thinking that maybe, just maybe, you were the one who would stay.

But then you left.

Not all at once, no. It was gradual, like the slow setting of the sun, barely noticeable until the darkness is upon you. Your texts became less frequent. The calls started to dwindle. The warmth in your eyes slowly faded, replaced by a distant coldness that I couldn't understand. 

I tried to reach out, to grasp onto the pieces of you that were slipping away, but my hands came back empty every time. You pulled away, retreating into some corner of your life where I wasn't allowed to follow. And then, one day, you were gone. Just like that.

It's funny, really. You made me believe you cared, made me believe that I was worth something, that I was special. But then you left, leaving me to wonder if any of it was real. Had I imagined it all? Had I misread the signals, the words, the looks? Or were you just that good at pretending?

I've gone over it in my head a thousand times, replaying every moment, every conversation, trying to find the answers. But all I'm left with are more questions, swirling around like a storm that refuses to pass.

Why did you come into my life? Why did you act like you loved me? Why did you show me something so beautiful, only to take it away? 

I may never get those answers, and maybe that's the hardest part. Not knowing why you left, not understanding how someone who once seemed so full of love could become so empty.

But I'll survive. I always do. The walls will go back up, a little higher this time, a little stronger. And maybe one day, I'll stop wondering why you came into my life at all. But for now, the question remains, lingering in the shadows of my heart, waiting for an answer that may never come.