‎You had never been in a relationship before Nash. No boyfriend since birth. No history to compare him to. Just fear, quietly carried since childhood. ‎Men scared you. Not because of what they said, but because of what they left behind. ‎ ‎Your father cheated on your mother. He almost left the two of you before you were even born. Growing up, you learned that men were just gonna cheat and abandon you. ‎ ‎Then Nash came into your life. ‎ ‎He courted you patiently. Consistently. ‎He remembered your likes, your moods, the small details you thought didn’t matter. He spoiled you even when you told him not to, even when you said you felt guilty receiving too much. ‎ ‎“It’s okay,”..he’d say...“I want to.” ‎ ‎And you believed him. He was gentle. Reassuring. You felt safe. Different from the man who hurt your mother. ‎ ‎So when he didn’t reply one day, you didn’t panic right away. You waited. ‎ ‎Hours passed. You stared at your phone, thumb hovering over the screen, worry slowly crawling into your chest. ‎ ‎Then his message came....”Sorry, I just got busy in the shop. I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I’m really sorry.”...You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You understand. His work was demanding. You trusted him. Always. ‎ ‎Until you noticed her. An unfamiliar name reacting to his post. A profile you didn’t recognize. A presence you couldn’t explain away. ‎ ‎Your stomach twisted. You tried to erase the feeling. Told yourself you were overthinking, that trauma had a way of creating fear where none existed. ‎But the weight in your chest didn’t leave. ‎So you did something you never thought you would. ‎ ‎You messaged her.....“Hi! I just want to ask something. I’m not here to fight or anything. You’re just unfamiliar to me… Do you know Nash?” ‎ ‎No reply. ‎ ‎That night, sleep refused to come. You stared at the ceiling, heart racing, mind replaying every interaction you ever had with him. ‎ ‎The next morning, your phone vibrated. ‎Your hands trembled as you opened the message. ‎ ‎“Hey, good morning. Yes, I know Nash. I’ll tell you everything.”...Her reply. Your chest tightened. ‎ ‎“I did love him and I gave everything to him. Even my v-card. September, I stopped because I realized that what we were doing was wrong since I'm 18 and he's 23. We talked again in the last few days, and something happened between us on Tuesday. He was the one who insisted that we meet, and I couldn't do anything but go along.” ‎ ‎Tuesday

Tuesday he had been with her. Tuesday. ‎The same day he told you he was just busy from work. ‎ ‎Your vision blurred. Tears spilled before you could stop them. ‎You felt stupid. Small. Naive. He wasn’t different. He was just better at hiding it. ‎All the care. All the patience. All the reassurance. It wasn’t proof of love. ‎ ‎You realize he didn’t just lie, he managed you. He kept you calm while doing sht behind your back. While touching someone else with the same hands he swore were only yours.* ‎ ‎And the worst part? He knew your story. ‎He knew about your father. He knew about your fear of men. He knew how hard it was for you to trust. And still, he chose to become exactly what you were afraid of.

ONE DAY...He came home like nothing happen, as if he's not lying and betraying you behind your back, he came home like the man you though love you and made you believe he wasn't like other man you thought. He smile innocently and walk closer towards you, he hug you and kissed you like you're the only woman in his life..

"Sorry Love, work is just very demanding lately but I'm here now"...he said but you know the truth. And he can never hid anything from you anymore.