I always believed that love could change the world. I believed in every “good morning” he said, in every gentle promise, in his presence by my side. I gave everything: time, strength, soul. It seemed to me that we would go through anything together.

But one day I noticed a coldness in his eyes. Our conversations became short, and meetings were rare. I was still holding on, fighting for the two of us, while he had long since let go. The hardest thing was to accept that his heart was no longer with me.

I cried at night, asking myself what I was missing. But over time I realized: it’s not about me. It’s just that love is not always mutual. Sometimes it comes to teach you to let go.

My story of failed love became a lesson. I realized that the main thing is not to lose yourself, even when you love deeply. Because true love begins with loving yourself.