Loving Someone Who Hurt You: A Story of Letting Go and Moving Forward

Praying for peace, even when the past lingers.

I don’t know why I loved this person so much. I just did. No matter what, I always wanted the best for them. I wanted to give them everything, to see them happy, to make sure they had what they needed. They meant everything to me. I trusted them. I looked up to them. And for the longest time, I thought they were perfect.

But life has a way of showing you things you don’t want to see. I found out things I wish I never knew, and suddenly, I couldn’t see them the same way anymore. I tried to ignore it. I tried to tell myself it wasn’t that bad, that maybe they were just going through something, that maybe it wasn’t really who they were. But deep down, I knew. And I hated that. Because even after everything, I still loved them. I didn’t want to lose that respect, but I did. And once it was gone, I couldn’t get it back.

Walking away was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I still feel guilty for it. I left when they were at their lowest, and no matter how much I tell myself I had to, that I needed to put myself first, it still hurts. I still think about them all the time. I still wonder if they’re okay. And the part that scares me the most is knowing that one day, they won’t be here anymore. And when that day comes, I don’t know how I’ll feel. I don’t know if I’ll ever be at peace with it.

What makes it even harder is that they don’t really try to be in my life. They don’t check in. They don’t ask how I’m doing. But somehow, they still expect me to show up when it matters to them. And the worst part? I still want to. Even though I know I shouldn’t. Even though I know I owe them nothing.

I don’t know how to let go of the guilt. I don’t know how to stop loving someone who hurt me. And I don’t know if I ever will. But I do know that I can’t let it break me. I can’t keep carrying the weight of it. So I choose to pray. I choose to wish them the best from a distance. And I choose to let go of the pain, even if I can’t let go of the love.