I didn't die... but something inside me did. The day I realised.. I actually loved him...only him💔 And by the time I did.. I already belonged to someone else. It's like fate waited for me to understand it too late. I stopped laughing like before. Stopped getting excited over small things. Stopped believing in "forever." No, I didn't choose death.. but I chose silence..Chose distance. Chose to stop explaining how much it hurts. Started swallowing every ache quietly. Because sometimes, it's easier to disappear softly than to beg for what's no longer yours. I never wanted another man.. I just wanted him, the way he loved me...in every conditions.. the way no one ever will again. And now that realisation.. that | lost him not because I stopped loving, but because I didn't choose him... because I realised too late.. kills me a little more every day. But I still have to live with it... because some "too lates" last forever.💔