I’m (F22 )now, and for the last four years, I gave my heart to someone I truly believed was my forever. I met him in my first year of university. We grew together from late night calls and cheap campus dates, to supporting each other through classes and life. I was there for him when he had nothing. When he struggled financially, when he lost hope. I shared what little I had skipped meals, lent him money from my small hustle, and stayed by his side through every storm. To me, that’s what love was.

But when he got a job, things changed. He began hanging out with a new crowd polished, flashy, and rich. Then came the girl: beautiful, wealthy, everything I wasn’t… at least not in his eyes anymore.

The calls stopped. The messages became cold. Until one day, out of nowhere, he sent me a text:

"I think we’ve grown apart… I’ve met someone else."

Just like that. No closure. No respect for the years we built together.

It broke me. I couldn’t understand how someone could forget everything we had how love could be replaced so quickly. But with time, I stopped asking why. I stopped waiting for an apology. Instead, I chose me. I got back to the things I love, focused on my future, and reminded myself that being left doesn’t mean I’m not enough.

Love didn’t fail. He did. And maybe this heartbreak… is the start of something better. 💔✨