That One Taurus

Life’s been a bit hectic lately, but I didn’t want to leave this week empty. So here’s a short piece I wrote — quick, but straight from the heart.

He was just a guy — nothing special. Not the best looking, not the most desirable.
Yet Jess was hooked.
He was heroin, and she was the addict.

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They were never supposed to meet, but one night, their paths crossed in a club. Just talking. Nothing exciting. She didn’t even expect to hear from him again. But later, he reached out to her over social media.

Jess didn’t want a relationship — she’d just come out of one.
She was finally starting to enjoy being alone. Finding herself again.

But she couldn’t stop talking to him.
He was funny. Charming. Smart.
He said all the right things.

“I’m a Taurus. You’re a Scorpio — that means we’re compatible.”

Jess smiled. Maybe it was just flirting… but a little part of her wondered:
What if he’s the one?

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When He Came Closer

They arranged to meet. Jess felt that familiar flutter — excitement laced with nerves.
It’s just a guy, she told herself.

But after all the late-night messages, inside jokes, and flirtations, she had let her guard down.
She liked him. Maybe more than she wanted to admit.

They met.
They kissed.
One thing led to another.

They went back to hers, and the act happened.

It was soft. It was sweet. It felt… right.

But as soon as it ended, he got dressed. No cuddle. No smile.
Just a quiet, “See you later,” and he walked out the door.

Jess lay there, still warm from the moment, but suddenly cold inside.

Had she done something wrong?

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The Vanishing Act

The silence came fast.
No texts. No calls.

She stared at her phone.
Waited.
Refreshed the screen.

She felt used. Confused.
Heartbroken — even if she wasn’t supposed to be.

They were not official but she thought maybe they would be?

She was confused, why did he talk to her like she meant something, then disappear?

Then, weeks later, just as suddenly as he vanished…
he returned.

No real apology. No explanation. Just:

“Been busy.”

She didn’t ask questions. She didn’t care. He was back.

And just like that, it all began again.

They got close.
He left.
He came back.
A cycle on repeat.

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Losing Herself

Jess became obsessed.
Surely he must like her — why else would he keep coming back?

But every time he posted pictures with other girls, liked their selfies, left flirty comments…
her stomach twisted.

Why wasn’t she enough?

He once told her, “You’re not like other girls.”
But somehow, he still treated her like every other one.

She stopped eating properly.
Cigarettes and Diet Coke became her fuel.
She had to look better then the other girls. She had to be smaller and more beautiful.

But no matter how thin she got, how much she changed, he didn’t notice.
Or worse — he noticed… and still didn’t care.

She tried dating other guys, but no one compared.
She left a trail of broken hearts behind her — all because she couldn’t let go of one Taurus.

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The Breaking Point

She degraded herself online.
Posted thirst traps.
Cryptic quotes.
Anything to be seen. To be chosen.

But to him, she was just an easy ride.

Then one day — it hit her.

What the fuck was she doing?

She wasn’t in love.
She was addicted.

He didn’t love her.
He never would.

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The Rebirth

She cried. She screamed.
She hated herself.
Then slowly… she began to come back.

It wasn’t easy, but she blocked him.
Everywhere.
No more games. No more late-night messages.

And for the first time in a long time, she felt free.

Jess made herself a promise:
She would never let a man do this to her again.

She would choose herself — fully, fiercely, and finally.

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I once loved someone like this — or maybe I was addicted to the idea of being loved by him.
I thought if I was thinner, prettier, funnier, sexier… maybe then I’d be enough. I starved myself. Lost myself. Gave myself away — just for a moment of his attention. He never stayed. He just took. If you’ve ever felt this way, please know you’re not alone. You’re not pathetic. You’re not crazy. You just wanted to be loved — and that doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human. But you are worth more than breadcrumbs.
You deserve to be chosen, not chased. I’m still learning, still healing — but I’ll never let someone break me like that again.

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