The Enchanted Unrequited

The distance between us isn’t because I stopped loving you. It’s because I couldn’t keep watching your actions hurt me. I couldn’t bear seeing you do the very things I begged you not to. You said you gave me distance as you didn’t want to give me hope, but that hope was the only thing keeping me alive. Now, I choose to stay away—not because I hate you, but because being near you hurts more than I can handle and I will have hope. Yes you said that there is no fight between us; fights can be fixed, isn't it. But this can’t. The bond we shared is over, and you made that choice. You said you don't see me as your partner and I can't see you with anyone else as their partner, and hence I decided to walk out. People warned me about you—those who knew you well too said said you wouldn’t stand for me, that you weren’t the right man. But I didn’t listen. I kept choosing you, time and time again, because I believed in the love I saw in your eyes. Were they right about you? Maybe. ...

That evening, I gathered all the courage I had and confessed my feelings to him. I was terrified, afraid that my honesty would change everything between us. And it did. The night marked a turning point—he wasn’t the same with me, and I wasn't the same happy girl I use to be. I had always believed that being honest and loyal was the best way to be, but sometimes, I wonder if keeping your emotions hidden is the better choice, because not everyone can handle the truth. Love— should one express it or leave it unsaid? I still don’t have the answer. I never wanted to hurt him. I thought that by finally telling him how I felt, we could be closer. But instead, my confessions made him declare everything between us as a mistake. That crushed me. I wanted to say, “Can you just call what we had an open relationship and not friends with benefits?” Maybe that would make sense. Yes, you’re right. You never promised me anything, not a relationship, nor marriage, in the past four years. It...