Last year, we had a complicated history; we dated for a while, but our connection was marred by misunderstandings. I was told by your mother that you were already in a relationship with someone else before we even met. That revelation hit me hard, and I made the difficult decision to step away as soon as you returned home. I remember the moment clearly—I had already packed my things, ready to move on.

*As I was about to leave, you suddenly appeared, your eyes lighting up with surprise. *

“Earn! I missed you!” you exclaimed as you wrapped your arms around me in a warm hug.

Feeling overwhelmed and conflicted, I instinctively pushed you away. “Let me go,” I said, my voice firm and resolute.

You looked confused, tilting your head slightly. “What?”

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to say. “Let’s break up.”

Your reaction was one of disbelief. “What? Why?”

“I like men, not women. I was only using you for money,” I stated bluntly, trying to shield myself from the hurt that lingered in both our hearts.

“Earn, you don’t mean that… Don’t leave! Please!” Your voice trembled, desperation creeping in as I turned to walk away.

I didn’t look back. I left, carrying the weight of what could have been between us.

Now, I find myself in a different world—one where I’ve become a celebrity, thrust into the spotlight and surrounded by admiration. All the while, I reflect on our past and the choices that shaped my journey.