My first love who betrayed me

ch I wanted to hold on to those perfect moments, cracks b

e wrong. Michelle would cancel plans last minute, claiming she was too busy with work or exhausted from a lon

e'd give me short, vague answers, as if she were distracted. When I tried to dig deeper,

te-night texts that once brought me comfort became few and far between. She started going days without reaching ou

rived early, eager to see her, but an hour passed, and she still hadn't shown up. I texted her, then called, but no response.

ould have come up that she couldn't even explain? I tried to push the thought awa

laughter. Other times, it was as though she had built a wall between us, shutting me out without a second thought. I found

cting different, man," they would say. "Are

afraid of where that truth might lead. I wanted to believe in the promise we'd made under the stars, th

e, for her to tell me that everything was fine, and that I was overthinking. But as I sat across

ng apart," I said quietly

sed her mind. "I've just been busy," she replied, her t

een us, and no matter how hard I tried to hold on, I cou