THE BEGINNING OF MISERY
Out of happiness - and blind love - I gave Wilson Mark everything that belonged to me. I trusted him with my heart, my future, my secrets, and even the part of myself I had never shared with anyone else. I handed my life to him as if love were a contract that could never be broken. Deep down, my spirit whispered warnings, but I silenced them. I choose trust over intuition. I choose love over fear.
I believed we were going to work. I believed forever was real.
Not knowing that I had placed Nmy faith in the wrong person - the devil himself, disguised as the man I love. At first everything felt normal. Wilson's smile the Same way, his voice still sounded sweet. His arms still felt familiar. But oh, almost invisibly,things began to change. Life shadows creeping into a room just before nightfall, his presence started to fade.. He became busy too busy for my calls. Too busy for my messages. Too busy for me. Days passed when he never called unless I did. Sometimes, even when I called, he wouldn't answer. I would stare at my phone, watching it remained silent, my heart sinking, with every unanswered ring. When he finally responded, his words were short, distant, empty - nothing like the man who once promised me the world.
That was when my misery truly began. Wilson Mark started withdrawing from me little by little, like someone slowly pulling away from a dying fire. At first, I told myself it was stress, then I blamed work, then I blamed myself. I wondered if I had daid something wrong,if had loved too much, if I had become too available.
But the truth was darker, the man who once chased me now avoided me. The man who claimed he couldn't live without me, now live just fine in me absence. His affections turned cold. His warmth vanished, and the heaven I once lived in began to crumble beneath my feet. A night lay awake, haunted by thoughts I didn't want to face. My room felt colder. The silence screamed louder than words. I felt something slipping away from me. Something precocious and no matter how hard I reached for it, I couldn't hold on.
My spirit cried out in warning." You trusted the wrong soul". But it was too late.
I had given him everything - emotional, mentally, financially without hesitation. I had stripped myself bare in the name of love, believing that sacrifice meant devotion. I didn't realize I was slowly disappearing, while he was preparing to walk away whole. The fantasy shattered. Paris no longer felt magical. The streets I once walked with joy now felt with memories.
Every place reminded me of promises made and broken. I felt foolish, betrayed, and painfully alone. This was not heartbreak anymore. This was misery, I had mistaken manipulation for love. I had confused attention for loyalty. And now, I was paying the price for trusting someone who never truly belonged to me. Wilson Mark didn't leave all at once, He faded, he withdrew, he disappeared piece by piece. And with every step he took away from me, a part of my soul went with him.