I've felt both sides of love's cruelty. I've loved someone with everything I had. only to watch them walk away without ever looking back. And I've been loved by someone whose heart deserved more than the half-answers and empty warmth I could give. And sometimes I sit with that truth and wonder which pain cuts deeper the ache of not being chosen, or the guilt of not being able to choose someone who chose me. Both leave a mark. One shatters you quietly, piece by piece. The other breaks someone else, and you carry the weight of it long after they've gone. Maybe that's the real tragedy of love. no matter which side you stand on, someone ends up hurting. And in the end, you're left realizing that sometimes the heart doesn't break only once sometimes it breaks twice. for both of you.