Stories that never Been told to anyone

 I dreamed with you.

Yes, your dream became mine.

I carried it with the same fire that once lived in your eyes.

When you were tired, I worked twice as hard for us.

When the world mocked your madness, I stood tall beside you, defying their laughter with silent faith.

When doors closed and lights dimmed, I was the one holding the candle, whispering, “We’ll make it.”

I believed in you when no one else did.

I was your echo when you had no voice, your spine when you couldn’t stand straight.

And yet  you questioned me.

You bruised me not with fists, but with words that cut deeper than silence.

You mocked my loyalty, made me a punchline in your story.

You let people laugh at me, knowing I was the one who built the stage you now stand on.

When victory finally knocked, I thought we’d open the door together.

But you handed the key to someone else.

You forgot the sleepless nights, the unpaid hours, the tears I hid just to keep your dream alive.

You forgot me.

And that’s when I learned love, loyalty, and labor mean nothing to those who only see outcomes, not effort.

You taught me the harshest truth of all:

Trust is not about promises, it’s about alignment when words and actions dance in sync.I don’t trust you anymore  not out of bitterness, but out of awakening.

Because every time I forgave, I lost a piece of myself. And every time I stayed, I drifted further from who I was.

So I walked away.

Not because I stopped believing in dreams,

But because I finally chose mine.

Sometimes leaving isn’t betrayal  it’s self respect.

Sometimes silence isn’t weakness  it’s peace.

And sometimes, the bravest thing you can ever do

Is stop building someone else’s dream

When they’ve forgotten your worth in theirs.