With him

NEVER JEALOUS WHO'S WITH HIM BECAUSE

I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE WITH HIM.

I know exactly what it feels like to fall for someone

who wears a mask so well - someone who knows

how to charm, how to say all the right things, how

to make you feel like you're the center of their 

world...until you're not. I've lived through the

highs that felt like magic and the lows that

shattered every piece of my self-worth.

Being with him was like holding onto a storm with

bare hands - chaotic, unpredictable, and

exhausting. I tried to love him through his damage,

through the lies, through the silence that said

more than his words ever could. I stayed when I 

should've left, believing that love could fix what

was broken in him. But you can't heal someone

who refuses to see they're hurting you.

I've cried myself to sleep more nights that I care

to count. I've questioned my value, my strength,

my sanity - not because I was weak, but because

I was too strong for too long. I confused being 

loyal with tolerating emotional neglect. I gave so

much of myself that I forgot who I was.

So, no, I'm not jealous of the one standing in the

place I once stood. I feel nothing but clarity and

peace. Because I know what comes next - the 

empty promises, the guilt-trips, the hot and cold

behavior, the way he'll make her feel like she's not

enough while blaming her for wanting too much.

Let her believe the illusion, I believed it once too.

That's not love - that's survival disguised as romance.

So again, I say it proudly:

NEVER JEALOUS OF WHO'S WITH HIM BECAUSE 

I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE WITH HIM.

And I wouldn't wish that kind of love on anyone.