Tall dark ,funny, charming

Yes he was funny

I honestly thought it was real. The way he held my hand in public… the way he prayed with me, laughed with me, even talked about the future like I was part of it. His name was Daniel, and I swore he was different. But the truth slapped me one night when his phone lit up beside me. A message from a girl I didn’t know: *"Last night was something else, I can’t stop thinking about you."* My heart dropped. I checked — not because I was insecure, but because my gut whispered, *“Look.”* And what I saw broke something in me I still haven’t been able to fix. There were chats with **multiple girls**. He told them the same sweet things he told me. Called them beautiful, said he missed them, made plans. He even **sent them our pictures**, pretending he was single. When he came out of the shower, I handed him his phone. No yelling. No drama. Just pain. All he said was, *“It’s not what you think.”* But it was **exactly** what I thought. I left that night quietly. Not because I wasn’t angry, but because I loved myself more than I loved the idea of us. And the worst part? I still miss the version of him I thought was real.