Everytime i hear cheating issues, my mind goes back to the moment eveything collapsed. Finding out there was another girl changed the way i trusted forever.

My hand were shaking, my nights were endless, and anxiety became something i carried every day. Deep down, i already knew, but the truth still broke me in ways i wasn’t ready for.

That’s why i hate cheating so deeply, because it turns love into doubt and makes sincerity feel like mistake. Betrayal doesn’t disapper with time, it stays, silent and heavy, etched into place word cant reach. 

That night, i knelt in tears, asking Allah to easy a pain my heart couldn’t survive on its own. Even now, the memory remain, but so does the strength i found by placing my broken heart in Allah’s hand :).

Breaking up isn’t the same as it when 18. At 30, a breakup doesn’t just end a bond. It shakes a story, plans and the future i thought was meants to be. 

It’s doesnt hurt like before. It hurts differently. 

Because now i know what’s at stake. Im no longer 22 with all the time in the world. The clock feels lounder now. Whispering that im late, that i should have already found the love, the security, the family i once dreamed of. 

And suddenly, i have to starting over. Wiser, but with fewer answers.

Im cry quietly, wondering if i’ll ever meet someone again? But even in the emptiness, i keep going, breathing, healing and beginning again. And deep down, i know… that love begins with me.