Betrayal is being stabbed in the back by those you least expect—the ones you thought were ready to cross oceans with you. The ones who made you forget about social media and your problems. The ones you couldn’t wait to see tomorrow to share new experiences with. The ones who made you reluctant to return to your hometown because staying with them felt like home. The ones you proudly spoke about, and give you this feeling that you had found a rare gem you never wanted to lose.
The ones you started planning your future with, imagining a miserable life without them. The ones you trusted so deeply that if they ever stab you, you'd think their hands slipped or find some other excuse for their actions. The ones who, when they betrayed you, shattered your faith in friendship, and left you wanting to lock yourself in a room and never socialize again.
The ones who encouraged you to stop giving a chance to others because you feared reliving the same pain. They made you believe that the best part of any relationship is the beginning, and that nothing ever lasts. They pushed you to turn to your Lord and your parents as your only confidants, leaving a void you no longer wish to fill.
It hurts to be stabbed for no apparent reason—or perhaps for reasons you don't know. Was it envy? Was it hatred they always held in their hearts but you were too blind to see, blinded by your love for them or the excitement of their presence? Until one day, as you became the happiest person on earth, you found yourself spiraling into someone who just wants to sleep and never wake up again.
Perhaps it was too cruel—or maybe it happened repeatedly, but your optimism kept you giving chances, believing in people. Maybe those were the signs to never be kind again, to realize that kindness often gets punished while the rude ones thrive. And yet, even as you try to be polite, leave good memories, and offer a kind goodbyes, they choose to hurt you more.
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