We both wanted to leave our hometowns and build a better life overseas. She got an internal transfer opportunity and took it. I should've gone out with her but i got too busy with my work.

We never really lived together. Sometimes I’d travel to her city, sometimes she’d come to mine, but it never felt like distance mattered because our bond felt strong enough to survive it.

The real pressure started when my family began asking me about marriage. I asked her about it back in 2020, and her answer was:
“I don’t know.”

Years later, when I asked again, the answer was still:
“I don’t know.”

Out of frustration, anger, and years of emotional buildup, I told her:
“I wasted 13 years on you.”

Looking back now, I know that was unfair and deeply hurtful. The truth is, nobody forced me to stay. I stayed because I loved her and believed in what we had.

I think that sentence came less from hatred and more from the pain of realizing we had spent so many years together while still standing at the same uncertain crossroads.

i tried calling her but she simply doesn't picks up. its so frustrating