Mr Right turned out to be wrong

So yeah l have decided to open up a little bit about my feelings. I have tried to suppress my feelings for some time now but I guess it's high time I open up maybe it will help me get over it. 

It happened that I meet this other guy a few months ago and I knew he liked me and I enjoyed watching him trying so hard to contain himself about his feelings for me, all these years I never understood how hard and painful it is not to be loved back by someone you love.

I enjoyed breaking up with people but now I regret all those moments and if it was that easy I would go back and rectify my mistakes. You know what it was that moment when I thought that we were about to start to have something real when he started to push me away.

It pained me all day as I saw him posting and updating his social media accounts and he never bothered himself to check up on me or reply to my overdue messages, I know it shouldn't matter but how can it not if it's him.

From the looks of it, I now have to face reality. I have to let go of someone I really liked.  I really wanted us to have something but it seems as if we were not meant to be together.

I have never felt unwanted like this. How I am feeling now is something I thought I will never feel. So my only option now is to gather the little strength that I have, cheer myself, and have faith that one day I will meet my Mr. Right.


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Ruvimbo Chatyoka

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