I’ve been reflecting on some situations lately, and it hit me—I was probably being played the entire time. And in that moment of clarity, I realized almost everyone has been a fool for love at some point.
When you’re in it, you don’t see it. You’re blind to the red flags, the signs, the gut feelings. But the moment you step out of that bubble, everything starts flooding in. You leave because you find out one thing, then—bam—other things you never even suspected start shouting at you, calling you a fool.
First, let me say this: if you love music, your heartbreak will sting a little deeper because music won’t help. In fact, it’ll make it worse.
Heartbreak is unexplainable. It’s the kind of pain that shatters you in ways no one else can see. It’s loss, but not like any other. Having experienced loss due to death, I can say heartbreak is still loss—but in its own cruel way. And it’s worse when you still have access to the person but can’t use that access, nor can you block them off. Heartbreak does that to you.
Anyway, I got played by a nice gentleman who made me believe I was the only one. Who hasn’t been there, right? You think you’ve found something special, only to find out you were fooled the entire time.
Chai! Whew!
But you know what? It’s okay. At least you loved and enjoyed it for what it was worth. And if it wasn’t worth it? Sorry, lol—you live to fight another day. ❤️
