WHISPERS OF MY FOURTH LOVER

I never cared much for love—until Nathan. Maybe that’s why I never imagined love could feel like a slow-burning ache—one that lingers long after the whispers have faded. I thought love would make me whole. But after three failed relationships, all I had left were scars, regrets, and a version of myself I barely recognized. But he was different. Gentle, sincere, and just broken enough to make me believe we were meant to fix each other. But love isn’t always enough. Just when I let myself believe in us again, I found myself torn between hope and the wounds he had already left behind, struggling under the weight of my own self-worth. And then he delivered the final blow—comparing me to another girl, reducing me to nothing more than a face with imperfections. I never expected him to change so suddenly. One day, he was mine, and the next, he was a stranger. He left, taking my self-worth with him. Now, three years later, I still hear his words echoing in my head. How do I move on when the scars run this deep? I’m left with whispers of what we were… and the question that haunts me: Was I ever enough?