I’m 31 now, but this started when I was 21, on my first job. I met her, my first love. We clicked instantly, and everyone around us could see it. My parents knew her too, and she talked to them a lot. Everything was perfect for five years.
But then, things started to change. One night, I called her late, but the phone was busy. I tried again, still busy. Something didn’t feel right, so I confronted her. She apologized and said it was nothing serious. I believed her… but a part of me couldn’t shake the doubt.
Four months later, it happened again. Same time, same situation. She apologized again, and once more, I accepted it. I convinced myself I was just overthinking, but deep down, I wasn’t sure anymore.
Then, the third time, everything fell into place. I called her again, and this time, she tried to hang up. By mistake, she added me to the call, turning it into a conference call. I was on the line for maybe 15-20 seconds, but it was enough. I heard her talking to a guy, and I heard them calling each other “baby” and “my love.”
I was furious. My heart sank. All my suspicions were confirmed. But even though I was angry, I still accepted her apology. I didn’t want to face the truth, so I convinced myself it wasn’t a big deal and moved on.
Then life hit me hard. Right before our 7th anniversary, I had a terrible accident. I was in the hospital for almost a month, too weak to even remember her number. When I finally got out, I tried calling her, but the number was gone. I found out she had left the state.
It’s been three years now. I still don’t know why she disappeared or what happened. I’m left with so many questions and no answers…
I’m still here, waiting… for closure.