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In the stillness of the night, I lay in bed, my eyes closed but my mind a whirlwind of chaos. Memories surged like a tide, washing away my reason. I tried to fall asleep, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't calm myself. It was as if every time I attempted to close my eyes, the words from the letter and his frantic expression would resurface.
I began to recall every detail of our time together, searching for the clues I had once overlooked. Had he exhibited any unusual behavior? Were there things left unexplained?
But the more I thought back, the more panic gripped me. The days we spent together seemed shrouded in a fog, making it impossible to distinguish what was real from what was merely self-deception.
I remembered our first encounter at a friend's gathering. His smile was warm, and there was a reassuring strength in his gaze. In that moment, I felt as though I had found the person destined for me.
We quickly fell into a passionate romance; he was always attentive and caring, seemingly unfazed by anything that could distract him. We talked about the future, planning to buy a house together, get married, travel—the dreams we shared were so beautiful. Whenever I mentioned him to friends, happiness radiated from my face.
Yet now, as I reflected on those moments that once filled me with joy, they felt so fragile, as if they would shatter at the slightest touch. Doubts crept in about the trust and love I had once believed to be unbreakable.
Was everything merely a facade maintained hypocritically under the shadow of another person in his heart? Did he still think of someone named "L" while sharing those beautiful times with me?
The thought chilled me, causing my body to tremble involuntarily. I sat up in bed, hugging my knees tightly as I struggled to quell the anxiety within.
No matter what had happened in the past, I could not deny that my love for him was real. I loved him and was willing to give everything for him. Yet now I realized that perhaps my love had never fully occupied his heart. There remained a void within him that I could not reach.
I began to ponder about that woman—what kind of person was she? Why had he never mentioned her? What had transpired between them that made it impossible for him to let her go completely?
These questions coiled around my heart like venomous snakes, leaving me restless. Perhaps I should seek answers. Maybe only by truly understanding their past could I decide whether to continue this relationship or if I could still love him as before.
I pulled out my phone and searched his social media for any trace of "L." As I scrolled through his past photos, statuses, and comments, it struck me how many fragments of his life remained unknown to me before we got together.
Under an old photograph, I came across a comment from a woman. Her name contained the letter "L." It was a group photo from a few years ago, and he looked so happy in it, with the woman standing beside him, beaming brightly.
A sudden heaviness settled in my heart. Is this her? I stared at the screen, trying to glean more information from her profile picture and name. However, despite my efforts to dig deeper, there was pitifully little about her. It was as if she had abruptly vanished from his life at some point, leaving no trace behind.
An unsettling feeling washed over me. Who was this woman? What kind of person could have such a profound impact on him that even as we were on the brink of marriage, he still couldn't fully let her go?
Perhaps finding her and understanding her would help me uncover the truth. I needed to know the place she held in his heart and the story they shared in order to determine my future.
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