Wednesday
Wellknown Ace
He once said,
“I can’t forget my ex… that’s why I’m talking to you.”
And just like that,
everything inside me went quiet.
Not the kind of silence that feels peaceful —
the kind that feels like something inside you just… stopped.
He never told me about her in the beginning.
He let me believe I was the first light after his darkness.
But I wasn’t.
I was just a flicker he used to see clearer in someone else’s shadow.
It hurts — not because he had a past,
but because he hid it
until my heart was already too deep to climb out.
Every “good morning,” every promise, every look —
now I wonder,
was he seeing me,
or just searching for traces of her?
The truth didn’t break me all at once.
It cracked softly —
like glass under fingertips,
each word he said echoing,
“I can’t forget her.”
And maybe that’s what trauma really is —
when someone uses your kindness as a bridge
to reach the person they truly miss.
I didn’t want to be a replacement.
I just wanted to be real.
But love built on absence always collapses,
and I was left standing in the debris
of someone else’s goodbye.
Now, I’m learning to forgive myself
for believing in half-told stories.
And I’m learning to love again —
but this time, I’ll wait
until someone’s heart is truly empty
before I let them place my name inside it.
So tell me —
how do you forgive someone
for turning your love
into their way of forgetting another?
PS: Just an IMAGINATION
