Once upon a time, in a world filled with whirlwind romances and fleeting infatuations, many people found themselves ensnared in the trap of loving the wrong person. They were blinded by the thrill of the chase, the excitement of the unknown, and the intoxicating rush of emotions.

At first, everything seemed perfect. The laughter, the adventures, the whispered sweet nothings in the dead of night. But as time went on, the cracks began to show. The relationships turned toxic, the love turned to dust, and the hearts began to break.

Some tried to hold on, thinking that things would get better, that their love would conquer all. But it only led to more pain, more tears, and more regret. They felt trapped, suffocated by the very love that was supposed to set them free.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, the thoughts of death began to creep in. "If only I could escape this misery," they thought. "If only I could erase this love and start anew."

But it was too late. The damage was done. The heart was broken, the trust was shattered, and the love was lost. All that was left was the bitter taste of regret, the haunting memories of what could have been, and the longing for a love that was true.

They realized too late that they had fallen in love with the wrong person, and now they were paying the price. The price of heartache, of tears, of sleepless nights, and of thoughts of death.

But even in the darkness, there was a glimmer of hope. For they knew that they were not alone, that others had walked this same path before them. And they knew that with time, with patience, and with self-love, they could heal, they could move on, and they could find a love that was true, a love that would set them free.

© Becky_