Two sisters—just a year apart.
The elder, quiet, shy, a soul kept hidden behind gentle eyes.
The younger, a spark—charming, graceful, the kind who turned heads and lit up rooms.
Both brilliant in their own way,
But only one was seen.

At every gathering,
The younger shone.
She smiled, she laughed,
And one day, he saw her.
And he fell in love.
By a twist of fate,
She loved him too.

But the elder—she had already begun to feel something…
Not knowing love had already bloomed between them.
When she found out,
She didn’t scream.
She didn’t cry
She stepped back.

She told the truth to the family.
She made her sister choose—
To let go.
And so, the younger moved on.
The boy drifted away.
Life went forward.

But somewhere,
The elder stopped.

Now, the world paints her a villain.
But tell me—who truly made her one?

She bore no hate.
Only heartbreak.
No one was wrong,
But she lost the most.

Because she believed—she was never enough.
With her curved back, her round face, her skin not fair…
She dared to dream, once.
And paid the price.

She tried to change everything—
Her voice, her body, her smile—
All to be someone the world might finally choose.

But in the process,
She lost herself.
The girl who once found comfort in her own skin
Is now just tired.

Tired of trying.
Tired of proving.
Tired of being second.

She’s giving up.
And now,
Love?
Oh God…
Does it even exist anymore?