you and drew had been together for 3 years. it wasn’t perfect, but it felt close. he made you laugh on your worst days, he held your hand when you felt small, and he loved you in ways you didn’t know you deserved. but fame has a way of changing things.

the rumors started slow. whispers. photos of him and odessa, too close, too comfortable. you asked him about it once, and he swore up and down, “it’s just work, baby.” you wanted to believe him. but the distance kept growing.

one night, he called. his voice soft, tired. “i think we need to take a break.” that was it. no fight. no tears. just silence. and then emptiness. you told yourself it was for the best. maybe you both needed space. maybe he’d come back.

weeks passed. then one night, you saw the photos. drew and odessa in LA. smiling, holding hands. his arm around her waist the way it used to fit around you. your heart cracked wide open. not because he moved on — but because he already had, before you even let go.

you sat on your bed that night, staring at your phone, his number on the screen. you didn’t call. what was left to say? you scrolled through old pictures. the way he looked at you, like you were magic. like you were his.

you wondered if he ever missed you. if she made him laugh the way you did. if she knew his favorite songs, or how he took his coffee, or that he always got nervous before big auditions and needed someone to remind him he was enough.

you laid there in the dark, tears streaming, but also feeling strangely free. he chose someone else, but you could choose yourself. you whispered into the quiet, “i hope she loves you good.” and for the first time in a long time, you meant it.

you deserved more. and one day, you’ll find it.