📖 CHAPTER 1: The Beginning of the End
I was 15 when I first thought I understood love.
It was during my Senior Secondary School days—SSS2.
Everything felt new, soft, and exciting in a way I couldn’t explain.
It wasn’t anything serious. No intimacy, no deep commitments.
Just that kind of young love… the kind that makes your heart race over the smallest things.
And I liked him.
No… I loved him, in the only way a 15-year-old girl could.
He was just a year older than me, and at that time, it felt like everything.
I thought what we had was real.
But I didn’t know that while I was loving him quietly…
he was entertaining other girls loudly.
At first, I ignored the signs.
I didn’t want to believe it.
Until it became impossible to ignore.
The calls started coming in.
Messages. Texts.
Girls I had never met before suddenly knew who I was.
And they weren’t calling to be friendly.
They insulted me.
Mocked me.
Tried to make me feel small.
But I wasn’t the type to stay quiet.
I defended myself.
I gave them the same energy they gave me, because I refused to let anyone drag my dignity through the mud.
Still… it hurt.
Because behind all those insults…
was the truth I didn’t want to accept.
The boy I loved was the reason for all of it.
By the time I was almost 17, I was already tired.
Tired of the drama.
Tired of the disrespect.
Tired of loving someone who didn’t value me.
So I left.
No shouting.
No begging.
No fighting.
Just pain… and silence.
And that was the moment everything changed.
I didn’t just move on from him.
I started hating love.
