I thought I was the one,
until I saw the wedding ring on her hand
and realized
I was the other one.
I kept blaming myself,
tearing my own heart apart
for a love
I never knew was borrowed.
Later that day,
I wrote her a letter —
not with anger,
but with shame.
She replied,
“It’s not your fault, dear.”
And for the first time,
I realized
it was never my fault.
It was you
who knew the script.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 7:09 PM UTC
I thought I was the one,
until I saw the wedding ring on her hand
and realized
I was the other one.
I kept blaming myself,
tearing my own heart apart
for a love
I never knew was borrowed.
Later that day,
I wrote her a letter —
not with anger,
but with shame.
She replied,
“It’s not your fault, dear.”
And for the first time,
I realized
it was never my fault.
It was you
who knew the script.