When Anya was not looking for love,
it found her.
She was comfortable being alone.
Focused on her own life.
Not waiting for anyone.
Then he came.
He showed her how beautiful life could feel with someone.
He made her laugh without trying.
He listened when she spoke.
He became her comfort zone.
With him, everything felt easy.
Slowly, she let herself believe.
He never said “I love you.”
He never promised anything clearly.
But his actions felt like promises.
Sometimes, he was very close.
Late-night talks.
Shared dreams.
Quiet understanding.
In those moments, she felt chosen.
Other times, he disappeared.
No replies.
No concern.
No effort.
She felt invisible.
She started asking herself questions.
“Is this love?”
“Am I important to him?”
“Why do I feel lonely with someone I care about?”
She loved more, hoping it would be enough.
More patience.
More understanding.
More silence.
She thought love meant holding on.
But slowly, she realized something painful.
She was standing in a desert he had created.
A place with no certainty.
No reassurance.
Only hope.
And hope was the only thing keeping her there.
She cried for many nights.
Blaming herself.
Doubting her worth.
Until one day, she saw the truth.
She was never his priority.
She was there when he needed comfort.
Not when she needed love.
He didn’t leave her.
He just never fully chose her.
So she chose herself.
She stopped waiting.
Stopped hoping.
Stopped making excuses.
She walked away quietly.
Not with anger.
Not with hatred.
With acceptance.
She understood:
She was in a love
that was never meant to be hers.
Not because she wasn’t enough.
But because he couldn’t love her the way she deserved.
And in the letter, she never sent, she wrote:
“I loved honestly.
I waited patiently.
But love should never feel like loneliness.
So I chose myself.”
And that was the beginning of her healing.
Written By: –
Rtr. Hashini De Silva
( Vice president 2025-26 )
Design By: –
Rtr. Kawindra Wickramasinghe
(Junior Blog Team Member 2025-26)
