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Married at 21, divorced at 26— No honeymoon, no couple’s dance, no romantic fix. Never held hands on a journey afar, Never wished on a shared shooting star. Seventeen years without love's grace, Eleven alone—just empty space. I’m 43 now, the world moves on, But my heart still aches where dreams are gone. Fake smiles, false hopes, love betrayed, Used, discarded, quietly decayed. Yet here I stand, still breathing pain— Longing for love, yet left in the rain. If you feel this too—know this is true: You are not unlovable. The world just failed you. _Pooja Agarwal_ _1st July 2025_

Married at 21, with dreams in my eyes, Divorced at 26, after truth wore its disguise. No honeymoon skies, no couple's first dance, No whispered vows, no timeless romance. Never a moment to feel truly seen, Never held like I mattered, never called someone's queen. No genuine proposal, no soul who stayed — Just masks and mirages, love that betrayed. I've lived alone for eleven long years, Seventeen without touch, through silence and tears. Now 43, with a heart still bare, Watching time fade into thinning air. This world — it teaches love, but plays pretend, Where people use, then discard, and call it the end. I gave my all, but was met with the fake, Each hope they stole, each promise they break. I'm tired... but more than just tired — I grieve, For the life I deserved but was made to leave. Is there a place where true hearts belong? Where “forever” isn’t just another con? I’m not asking for pity, just truth in a touch, A moment, a bond, that isn’t too much. If life ends ...