20/05/2026
LITERARY | To The Man I Thought Was The One
Strange glances, gazes, and stares. It's still vivid in my memory how you used to look at me—the reason you got my attention, sparked my curiosity, and kept my mind racing day and night. It was the reason I started to assume things, thinking that maybe you had feelings for me or were attracted to me. I didn't know any better; it was the first time someone had made me feel like I was something worth being curious about, just through glances, gazes, and stares.
Then, the teasing started. Our moments together multiplied. I was happy—so very happy. Soon, I realized those feelings weren't just a natural reaction to the moments we shared, but a sign that my heart had been won over. But just as I was enjoying the moment, a plot twist ruined it. Like something out of a novel, it was a twist I never expected. Jealousy ignited. Insecurities reunited. In the blink of an eye, I was snapped back to reality. It wasn’t real. It was pure imagination. There was nothing real about it; I was just being delusional.
Because my eyes couldn't fake it and my heart couldn't take it, I chose to end it. I started teasing the two of you. I started to "ship" you together, thinking it would help me move on. But I was wrong. I had fallen too deeply to just walk away. I couldn't take my eyes off you, even though it hurt—even though you were obliviously breaking me from the inside out.
Days passed. Weeks passed. Months passed. Nothing new, and nothing changed between you and me. But everything changed between you and her. Confessions spilled, and you fell deeper and deeper in love, while you and I became strangers as the seconds, days, weeks, and months ticked by.
Our love story is what I had hoped to hear and witness. But your love story with her is what I actually hear and witness—with that gorgeous girl you deeply love. It wasn't me; it was her. I don't know why my heart feels so empty now. Maybe my feelings have finally ended.
I'm thankful for the fictional characters I have run to once again; escaping into their worlds and out of this misery has been a saving grace. And to my man, the one I once thought was "the one": thank you for the time and the memories. It was a beautiful but tragic journey without you.
But still... thank you.