There’s a strange kind of war that rages inside most of us — between what we feel and what we know. I’ve always been the kind of person who lets the heart wander a little longer than it should. I would justify red flags with poetry, forgive silence with hope, and mistake attention for affection. And each time, my brain would tap me gently on the shoulder, whispering, “You know this isn’t going to end well.” But my heart? My heart is stubborn. It believes in the good, the potential, the fairytales. So I let it win. Over and over again. Until one day, something changed. It wasn’t a dramatic event. No betrayal, no shouting, no final goodbye echoing in a corridor. It was quiet. Cold, even. A day like any other, except I felt… nothing. No ache, no butterflies, no longing. Just a heavy stillness. My heart, usually the one to put up a fight, sat beside my brain in silence — and agreed. Yes, she was beautiful. Yes, there were moments when I saw forever in her laugh. But the truth was clearer n...
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