Raymond made me realize what true affection feels like. No games, no confusion, just pure effort and honesty. With him, I didn't have to beg for attention or question my worth. Every call, gift, and surprise visit reminded me that when someone genuinely cares, they show it.
Even though I had moved on, there were still nights I'd lie awake thinking about Peter, how I begged for his love, how he made me feel invisible after everything we shared. But those thoughts no longer broke me. They reminded me of how far I'd come.
Losing Peter hurt, but it led me to find myself. I stopped chasing people who weren't meant for me and started embracing the love I deserved. It was in that journey that I learned: love shouldn't make you feel small, love should build you.
Now, I look back not with regret, but with gratitude. Peter was a chapter one I needed to grow. But my story didn't end there. I've discovered strength, self-worth, and the kind of love that doesn't need to be begged for. And most importantly, I've discovered me.