She Was Online But Not For Me But I Was Only For Her

A Heart Touching Love Story

That night, after a long day of labor, when exhaustion clung to my bones, I returned home… and saw her message.

A quiet happiness bloomed within me.
But who knew… such fragile happiness would soon be touched by the evil eye?

I was lost in her thoughts when she came online and asked softly,
“How are you?”

In my heart, a storm of words rose:

“I am losing myself in your memories…
No peace in my days, no sleep in my nights…”

Yet, I silenced my truth and simply wrote,
“I’m fine.”

Then she asked,
“Did you eat?”

How could I tell her the truth of a laborer’s life?
That even two meals a day are not always destined for me… despite all the toil.

Still, I replied,
“Yes, I ate. You?”

She gave no answer.
Perhaps… she was waiting to hear something else.
Something warmer… something softer—
“Come, I’ll feed you with my own hands.”

A Rainy Night and an Unfinished Wait

That night, rain fell endlessly,
and cold winds slipped through the window like whispered memories.

I was happy… after years, her message had returned to me.

As the saying goes:

“Announce it to the world—my beloved has returned…
After so many years, what a return it is…”

But the truth…
she hadn’t returned to me.

She was only burdened…
and came here to lighten her heart.

I failed to understand…
and even if I had, what could I do?

My heart is her slave—
it refuses to obey me.

Love, Fear, and Silent Confessions

Her replies grew slower… fading like a dying echo.

And here I was—
since the day she entered my life,
I never looked at another soul.

But fate…
the one I loved the most
was the one I was never meant to have.

I feared confessing my truth—
what if my honesty pushed her away?

I feared losing her again…
even though I had never truly had her.

This fear…
only those who have lived it can understand.
To the rest of the world, it may seem like nothing.

The Pain of Being Ignored

I tried… I truly did.

But somewhere in between,
my self-respect stood in silence and asked—
“How long will you endure this?”

How can someone ignore you so easily?

So, I finally spoke.

She said:
“Let’s talk tomorrow. Bye.”

That one word—bye—
felt like something inside me shattered.

My hands trembled…
as if I stood helpless,
watching the one I love
belong to someone else.

This pain…
only the wounded heart can recognize.
To others, it may sound like an exaggeration.

The Words My Heart Could Not Hold

With a broken voice, I asked:

“Is this ‘bye’ only for me… or for everyone?”

The truth is—
I never liked her speaking to others.

But what right did I ever have?

Still… I kept speaking,
pouring out everything my heart had hidden.

Because I knew—
after saying goodbye to me,
she would speak to someone else.

Even now, as I write this,
my hands tremble.

But why would it matter to her?

She has many like me…
but I have only her.

Her…
and her memories.

And even those memories—
I have never shared with anyone.

The Last Words and a Shattered Heart

I told her:

“If you are online… then don’t message me again.
I cannot bear being ignored while you speak to someone else.”

Her reply was gentle…
like a moonlit night bathed in silver:

“This is why I don’t talk to you. Whenever I do, you say things like this.”

And somewhere, a poet once said:

“I kept telling her my pain…
hoping one day she would ask—‘Are you okay?’”

But my beloved…
she is untouched by my sorrow.

My pain…
means nothing to her.

Incomplete Love

She never understood my love…
the love for which I lost myself completely.

And perhaps…
some loves are never meant to be completed—
only felt, endured,
and remembered.

HUH ONLINE BUT NOT ME….