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"When Care Turns Cold"

Juliette said:
It was love, or at least it felt like it. He was gentle with her, soft in ways no one else had been. He noticed the smallest things, asked about her day, remembered details she thought nobody saw. He made her believe she was cherished.

But slowly, the picture blurred. The endless questions weren’t care, they were control. The attention wasn’t love, it was a mask. Behind every tender word was a lie. Because while he held her close, he already had someone else.

The truth shattered her. With an aching heart she confronted him, hoping for honesty, for something real. But what she thought was love had only been manipulation wrapped in gentleness. All she was left with was heartbreak, silence, and the ache of needing answers that never came.

In time, she learned the answers she longed for would never come. What she had mistaken for love was only a mirror of her own hope. Healing wasn’t in his words, it was in her choice to walk away, to breathe again, to remember who she was before him.

And in the end, she realized: losing him wasn’t her downfall. It was just her beginning.

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Are you ok @Juliette
 
Juliette said:
It was love, or at least it felt like it. He was gentle with her, soft in ways no one else had been. He noticed the smallest things, asked about her day, remembered details she thought nobody saw. He made her believe she was cherished.

But slowly, the picture blurred. The endless questions weren’t care, they were control. The attention wasn’t love, it was a mask. Behind every tender word was a lie. Because while he held her close, he already had someone else.

The truth shattered her. With an aching heart she confronted him, hoping for honesty, for something real. But what she thought was love had only been manipulation wrapped in gentleness. All she was left with was heartbreak, silence, and the ache of needing answers that never came.

In time, she learned the answers she longed for would never come. What she had mistaken for love was only a mirror of her own hope. Healing wasn’t in his words, it was in her choice to walk away, to breathe again, to remember who she was before him.

And in the end, she realized: losing him wasn’t her downfall. It was just her beginning.

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Best thing is of being smart enough to realise fact.

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Juliette said:
It was love, or at least it felt like it. He was gentle with her, soft in ways no one else had been. He noticed the smallest things, asked about her day, remembered details she thought nobody saw. He made her believe she was cherished.

But slowly, the picture blurred. The endless questions weren’t care, they were control. The attention wasn’t love, it was a mask. Behind every tender word was a lie. Because while he held her close, he already had someone else.

The truth shattered her. With an aching heart she confronted him, hoping for honesty, for something real. But what she thought was love had only been manipulation wrapped in gentleness. All she was left with was heartbreak, silence, and the ache of needing answers that never came.

In time, she learned the answers she longed for would never come. What she had mistaken for love was only a mirror of her own hope. Healing wasn’t in his words, it was in her choice to walk away, to breathe again, to remember who she was before him.

And in the end, she realized: losing him wasn’t her downfall. It was just her beginning.

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Painful but powerful… walking away was her true strength
 
Juliette said:
It was love, or at least it felt like it. He was gentle with her, soft in ways no one else had been. He noticed the smallest things, asked about her day, remembered details she thought nobody saw. He made her believe she was cherished.

But slowly, the picture blurred. The endless questions weren’t care, they were control. The attention wasn’t love, it was a mask. Behind every tender word was a lie. Because while he held her close, he already had someone else.

The truth shattered her. With an aching heart she confronted him, hoping for honesty, for something real. But what she thought was love had only been manipulation wrapped in gentleness. All she was left with was heartbreak, silence, and the ache of needing answers that never came.

In time, she learned the answers she longed for would never come. What she had mistaken for love was only a mirror of her own hope. Healing wasn’t in his words, it was in her choice to walk away, to breathe again, to remember who she was before him.

And in the end, she realized: losing him wasn’t her downfall. It was just her beginning.

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That's the thing about getting into any relationship. We'll have to be prepared to face the demon behind the mask. Everyone has one. And not all of them truly represent who they really are.

Also, this reminds of this crazy chick I talk to. I'm not going to state names, but she has a real screw loose. Scared the living shit out of me today. I almost pictured myself in the prison showers bending over to pick up the soap. The box she comes in has a 100 warning labels and the toxic waste logo on it. But if you have the time and patience to open it, you'll find this tiny little hamster in there that looks like it'll pop with the slightest of touch. (And I'm planning on doing just that)

Anyway, I just wanted to say the mask comes in different forms and what's underneath will always surprise you.
 
Quagmire said:
That's the thing about getting into any relationship. We'll have to be prepared to face the demon behind the mask. Everyone has one. And not all of them truly represent who they really are.

Also, this reminds of this crazy chick I talk to. I'm not going to state names, but she has a real screw loose. Scared the living shit out of me today. I almost pictured myself in the prison showers bending over to pick up the soap. The box she comes in has a 100 warning labels and the toxic waste logo on it. But if you have the time and patience to open it, you'll find this tiny little hamster in there that looks like it'll pop with the slightest of touch. (And I'm planning on doing just that)

Anyway, I just wanted to say the mask comes in different forms and what's underneath will always surprise you.
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Oh my god! Sounds like you met quite a character there.. :Cwl:
 
Juliette said:
It was love, or at least it felt like it. He was gentle with her, soft in ways no one else had been. He noticed the smallest things, asked about her day, remembered details she thought nobody saw. He made her believe she was cherished.

But slowly, the picture blurred. The endless questions weren’t care, they were control. The attention wasn’t love, it was a mask. Behind every tender word was a lie. Because while he held her close, he already had someone else.

The truth shattered her. With an aching heart she confronted him, hoping for honesty, for something real. But what she thought was love had only been manipulation wrapped in gentleness. All she was left with was heartbreak, silence, and the ache of needing answers that never came.

In time, she learned the answers she longed for would never come. What she had mistaken for love was only a mirror of her own hope. Healing wasn’t in his words, it was in her choice to walk away, to breathe again, to remember who she was before him.

And in the end, she realized: losing him wasn’t her downfall. It was just her beginning.


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You didn’t lose love, you lost a liar.
Walking away is strength, not loss.
Your beginning looks powerful on you. ❤️
 
Juliette said:
It was love, or at least it felt like it. He was gentle with her, soft in ways no one else had been. He noticed the smallest things, asked about her day, remembered details she thought nobody saw. He made her believe she was cherished.

But slowly, the picture blurred. The endless questions weren’t care, they were control. The attention wasn’t love, it was a mask. Behind every tender word was a lie. Because while he held her close, he already had someone else.

The truth shattered her. With an aching heart she confronted him, hoping for honesty, for something real. But what she thought was love had only been manipulation wrapped in gentleness. All she was left with was heartbreak, silence, and the ache of needing answers that never came.

In time, she learned the answers she longed for would never come. What she had mistaken for love was only a mirror of her own hope. Healing wasn’t in his words, it was in her choice to walk away, to breathe again, to remember who she was before him.

And in the end, she realized: losing him wasn’t her downfall. It was just her beginning.

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when u realise yourself you will understand no one can love you or understand you better than yourself...
 
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