Maybe I’m the problem.
I was betrayed, cheated on, and replaced,
but still, I find myself missing his scent, his laugh,
his kindness—before all of this happened.
I miss the person he used to be.
I don’t regret falling in love,
but I regret putting too much trust,
and being weak throughout the relationship.
And that’s how I allowed myself to be betrayed.
I don’t know how much I can say,
or how deeply I can describe
the sincerity of my feelings towards him.
Even now, though I shouldn’t,
I still care—
how is he doing?
Does he still get migraines?
Does he feel stressed?
Or...
is he happy with someone else now?
Still,
I pray for him every day.
May Allah ease everything for him,
open his eyes and mind,
and help him admit his mistakes,
even to himself.
I gave him one last gift,
last Thursday,
and I hope he received it
and felt some happiness from it.
This final gift is my last act of love,
filled with words from Allah.
May Allah protect his heart
and shield it from hurt,
as he once hurt mine.
