By then, my life had become a cycle of work, work, and the occasional short conversations through social media. Every day felt like a new battle.
Then came news from Deiana—she told me she had found a job in the big city, just an hour away from our small town. She was going to live independently, away from her family. Back then, that was exactly the kind of life I dreamed of—freedom and a new start.
She was leaving too. My so-called friend, with whom I had spent so much time, shared so many secrets, laughed and cried with—she was also leaving.
But in the chapters ahead, I'll share how Deiana later stabbed me in the back, leaving me with one of the biggest heartbreaks of my life. We didn't speak for 15 years. Not a word. Even now, in 2025, we still don't. Curious? Keep reading. :)
And now, my love, Chris—you were about to leave, too. I wished you well. I hoped your path and your heart would remain open and kind. A week before your departure, we met for one last time and spent the day like a typical couple. It was a beautiful goodbye—at least that's what I believed.
After the betrayal, I could never again call you my boyfriend. I never introduced you to anyone with that word. Somehow, we had transformed into two people who just shared time, shared laughs. That was all.
Chris and Deiana both left town. Don't worry—they didn't go to the same place. Chris was really far away. It had been 15 days since he left, and he was still calling me regularly. I guess, until he got used to his new place and made new friends, I was the one keeping him company from afar.
But then… the calls started to fade. And so did mine. Because distance—and the weight of everything we had been through—finally beat our hearts.
Eventually, someone else would become my boyfriend. I'm sure Chris had someone too, though he never showed it. Just like before. But this time, there was no laptop to catch him red-handed.