✒️:. Himayu Hilal
There is something I have observed, something I have lived, and it must be said plainly.
I have seen men who never lost their character, even as death approached them. These men stood firm, dependable, unwavering. Their lives carried heavy burdens—responsibilities, expectations, unspoken rules. A man is often forced to become bigger than his own desires, to wear countless badges of duty. And yet, he stands.
But when I look at women—at least the kind I have encountered—I do not see the same consistency. I do not see the same unbreakable character. Instead, I see a regenerative personality that adapts itself to whoever happens to be near.
Some will be offended to hear this. They will call me bitter or hateful. Let them speak. I know what I have seen.
A woman can pretend that you are her first love, her greatest discovery, her singular joy. She can make you believe you are unique—that her heart has never known affection before you. But you are mistaken if you think you are the first. You are only another presence in a long, habitual game.
You may think you are special. You may imagine you have awakened something rare in her. But the truth is, she has practiced this performance many times. What feels new to you is simply a repetition to her.
Some men believe that if they give everything—trust, respect, commitment—they will unlock genuine love in return. But what happens instead? You give her your soul, and she treats it like a disposable gift. You surrender your self-belief, your confidence, your independence—and you do it willingly. You think it will make her stay. You think it will make her different from the others.
You are wrong.
Sooner or later, you will see the truth. You will witness how quickly she can detach, how easily she can replace you. When her pleasure is satisfied, when her curiosity fades, she moves on as if nothing ever happened. You are left with regret, humiliation, and the realization that you sacrificed yourself for nothing.
And in that moment, you will feel the sting of betrayal. You will remember how you once laughed at warnings, how you believed you were immune. You thought she was pure, that your love was exceptional. But it was only another cycle—another habit she repeats with every man who dares to open his heart.
I do not say these words out of malice. I say them because I have seen too many good men destroyed by illusions. I have seen men trade their character for affection, only to be discarded. I have seen them lose their respect and identity, all for someone who was never sincere.
So I say this: Be cautious.
If you meet a woman who insists you are her first and only love, do not surrender your reason. If you feel your dignity slipping away, take a step back. If you sense that you are being drawn into her habitual games, walk away before you forget who you are.
It is not weakness to love. But it is weakness to let your love blind you to the truth.
Remember: a man’s value is not determined by a woman’s approval. A man does not need to prove his worth by sacrificing his integrity. Your character is the only thing that remains when everything else is gone.
So guard it well.
You deserve honesty, not performance. You deserve respect, not manipulation. You deserve love that does not vanish when the excitement ends.
If you can remember this, you will never be a victim of illusions. You will never again confuse her passing curiosity for real devotion.
And you will never again allow yourself to be reduced to just another chapter in her endless story.
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