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- Part 25| Why Half Love Is Not Love
I appreciate the efforts he made even after I closed the door. The small gestures, the quiet attempts to stay present. They were noticed. They were not ignored.
But gestures are not repair
He kept saying I was the first choice. He said the others were nothing, just girls who did not matter. Yet my eyes kept seeing what his words tried to deny. Conversations that never ended. Promises that overlapped. Attention that was never fully withdrawn. Love does not divide itself and still call itself love.
What hurt most was not the presence of other women. It was the denial. The way truth was softened and delayed. The way “I love you” was spoken while behavior remained unchanged. Patience was expected while comfort was protected. That was not love. That was convenience.
I could have stayed. I could have accepted the explanations. I could have looked away. But I know too well what it feels like to be hurt by someone else’s choices. I refused to become the reason another woman would suffer.
He said love was complicated. I learned that honesty is simple.
If love had been real, there would have been no triangles. No shared promises. No need to justify actions that should never have existed. Loving me would have meant choosing me clearly and completely.
I accepted flaws. I changed myself . I made sacrifices. And I loved fully. Nothing I gave was half. That is why half love had no place with me.
So I closed the door. Quietly. Completely. Because apologies without change were only noise.
He may never understand the damage that was done. I do. And that understanding was enough.
I will never be an option.
I will never be part of a triangle.
And I will never be the reason another woman suffers the way they made me suffer.If you truly love me, make it right.If you truly want to see me happy, if you truly want me in your life , choose commitment, choose loyalty, and take responsibility.Be faithful to me, and apologise to others you hurt and tell them truth.
That is what a real man does.
Her Poem
- The fire within is the same ! 🌎
You shy away from the cold,
Yet still, you dance in the snow.
I welcome the chill around me
Snow whispers comfort to us both.
You wander barefoot by the sea,
Chasing the sun’s golden hour.
I chase it too
Not the daylight,
But the hush before it fades.
I hide from the blazing sun,
Yet I long for that quiet gold.
You sip coffee with a touch of cream,
I prefer it dark and bare.
Yet in every shared cup,
Our warmth meets in the middle.
Your life unfolds like an open road,
Wild, thrilling, untamed.
And I quiet and still
Find joy in walking beside your storm.
You speak with the wind of an extrovert,
While I dwell in a quieter cave.
But in your laughter,
I find the echo of my hidden voice.
To you, love is a sky of stars
Countless, shifting, free.
To me, it is the earth
Steady, silent, deep.
And maybe that’s where we missed each other:
You searched for faces,
I searched for roots.
To settle.
To forgive.
To align
You sought freedom in the world,
While I found freedom in you.
And when we met halfway,
It wasn’t peace.
It was wildfire.
Not a compromise
But a blaze that wanted to win.
Not just this life,
But all lives after.
Because you are the sun
Radiant, untouchable, vast.
And I am the moon
Circling, glowing only through your light.
In your world,
I rise when you fall.
I shine when you turn away.
Yet somehow,
I keep chasing the golden hour
Not the day,
But its final, burning breath.
ⓒ Surangani cg
9/7/25(Japan):CanonR6
Su’s Art
- Evil eye-mirror mandala
The meaning of mandala comes from Sanskrit meaning “circle.” Even though it may be have features like squares or triangles, a mandala always has a concentric (circular) nature. Mandalas offer balancing visual elements, symbolizing unity and harmony. The meanings of mandala depends upon color, geometric elements and culture.
The Evil Eye is a particularly unique symbol. As a protective symbol, the evil or all seeing eye, wards against evil and protects the wearer from harm.
Dot Artist|Nature Lover|Art to calm your mind , ease your heart and connect with your inner wisdom|poem to reflect her thoughts
Surangani Cg 