I never thought love could linger like an echo—soft, persistent, and impossible to silence. Yet, here I am, sitting by my window, staring at the sky that once held our dreams. Nathan is gone. The boy who made me believe in love again, the boy who shattered me just the same and left me insane.

They say time heals, but time only blurs. It doesn't erase. The way he looked at me. The way he held my hand like I was something fragile, something precious. The way he made me feel like I was enough—until I wasn't.

I should have seen the cracks before I fell too deep. The distance. The silence. The words left unspoken. But love has a way of making fools out of us, and I was its biggest fool. After all, I was always the weak-minded one filled with imperfections and left with scars that might never heal.

Now, all that's left are the whispers.

The whispers of our laughter.

The whispers of our promises.

The whispers of our love.

The whispers of my fourth lover.

And the question that haunts me the most—was I ever enough?

Was I ever strong enough to walk away before he broke me completely? Or did I let love turn me into something unrecognizable?

Because if there's one thing I've learnt, it's this— love is not for the weak.