No one can truly grasp the agony I endured unless they’ve walked my path. For five years, I watched Miriam, the woman I adored, slip away repeatedly, leaving my heart in tatters.We met in university, and from the moment I saw her, I was captivated. Her warmth, beauty, and vibrant spirit convinced me she was my soulmate. I cherished her like royalty, even when we were just friends. Yet, despite my devotion, she never chose me.
I became her rock—the friend who consoled her through tears over other men, paid her rent in tough times, and answered her 2 a.m. calls when yet another boyfriend shattered her heart. Each moment stung, but I held on.The pain peaked at her graduation party. I stood there, forcing a smile, as she arrived hand-in-hand with another man. Inside, I crumbled.For five years, the pattern persisted. She chased charismatic men—some with flashy cars, others with hollow promises—while I remained the loyal shadow, loving a woman who wasn’t mine. To read more click here.
