What he didn't know

People, by nature, often see themselves as right. They judge situations only through their own perspectives. It’s rare to find someone who will admit they’re wrong just to keep you in their life. But here’s my story—read it, and you decide what to do with yours.
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Once upon a time, in a random universe where no one truly cared for anyone, a man met a woman. They clicked instantly. Their humor, their chemistry, their lifestyles—it was as if each had traded pieces of themselves with the other.
People are often drawn to a person for a specific reason, a single spark of fascination. But this man? He was captivated by everything about her.
He gave his all to win her heart. Despite being told he had no chance, he persisted—chasing every opportunity, every glance, every shared moment. They hung out, lost track of time, laughed, smiled, and shared confessions. They felt at ease with one another, but he never let go of the hope that one day, she might be his.
And then, it happened. One day, she met him with something in her eyes—a silent confession. Without words, they spoke the language of the heart, sealed with a kiss. For hours, they said little and kissed often, the future a mystery they chose to ignore.
The man was ecstatic but confused. What did this mean to her? Did she like him? If so, for how long? Should he ask her, or should he let the moment speak for itself? Questions flooded his mind, yet he kept them locked away, afraid to shatter what they had.
In a world once filled with emptiness, they created a universe of fullness for each other. Their happiness didn’t need validation; it was enough to simply have one another.
Some days later, they made it official. They marked their love with an unspoken vow: "This person is mine." Challenges arose, as they always do, but their joy in being together outweighed everything else. They were happiest in the simple knowledge of belonging to one another.
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The woman always knew the man’s feelings—his passion, his determination. But he never truly understood hers. He didn’t trust her love because she was unlike anyone he had ever imagined.
That woman is me. This is our story, told through his eyes—the way he saw it, the way he lived it. Now it’s my turn to confess what he never knew.
Life was never kind to me. I fought for everything I have, even the right to exist. When I met him online, we spoke for about a year before deciding to meet in person. He came to pick me up, his car filled with music he’d chosen for us. I loved that moment—the freedom in his soul, his pure spontaneity. He was so unpredictable, I often wondered if it was real. But every moment with him felt special.
I was curious about him, fascinated by everything he did. He intrigued me, made me question him silently, and I loved discovering him piece by piece. Slowly, I felt myself being drawn to him. He played the game of pursuit, and I let him, even though I didn't have the tinniest hint I was already falling.
Time passed, and I needed it to pass quickly. I longed to be with him, to hold him. And when I finally had the chance, I realized my feelings had grown stronger than I ever imagined. Perhaps they had been there from the start.
A year ago, when I first met him, I thought he was a player. I doubted his intentions. But as I got to know him, I saw his sincerity. He loved me in a way I had never been loved before. For the first time, I felt safe.
When we kissed, I felt secure enough to trust him with my heart. I let go of everyone else, of every fleeting connection I’d ever had, because he gave me something no one else ever did: a sense of belonging.
I belong to him! And I'm not sorry that I love him more than anyone/ anything in life!
We faced challenges in understanding one another. At times, we struggled, but we never gave up. He taught me to believe in second chances, something I never thought I’d accept. When it’s the person you love, forgiveness comes naturally, and you find a way to hold on.