We met on a rainy Thursday. I remember because I had forgotten my umbrella and he offered to share his. Classic movie moment, right? Back then, I was convinced the universe had finally sent “the one.” But life isn’t a romantic comedy—and not every love story ends in forever.
This is a story of hope, heartbreak, and healing. And maybe, it’s a story you’ll see yourself in.
The Beginning: A Fairytale Start
We laughed easily. Our connection was instant. He said all the right things. He made plans. He met my friends. He made me believe.
We had weekend getaways, whispered dreams, deep conversations. I felt seen. I thought, “This must be it. This is how it’s supposed to feel.”
But then, slowly, the cracks began to show.
The Middle: Love or Illusion?
He stopped calling as often. Texts became one-liners. My anxiety rose, but I made excuses:
- “He’s just busy.”
- “He’s not good at texting.”
- “He loves me—he’s just overwhelmed.”
I started shrinking to fit into his changing moods. I gave more to make up for his less. I silenced my intuition to avoid losing him.
But deep down, I was already losing myself.
The End: A Silent Goodbye
It didn’t end with a big fight. Just distance. Indifference. Absence.
He ghosted emotionally long before he stopped showing up physically. I finally stopped chasing and chose myself.
The breakup shattered me—but it also saved me.
What I Learned: Real Advice From My Experience
1. Stop Romanticising Potential
He might have had a good heart, but he didn’t show up for me in the way I needed. Love isn’t proven by words; it’s shown in actions.
2. Your Intuition Is Never Wrong
I knew something was off, but I didn’t trust myself. Now I know: the body whispers before it screams.
3. If You Have to Beg for Love, It Isn’t Love
Love should feel safe, consistent, and nurturing—not like a performance to earn crumbs.
4. Healing Is Not Linear
Some days, I missed him. Others, I missed the idea of him. And that’s okay. Healing happens in waves, not straight lines.
5. Losing Him Helped Me Find Me
I rediscovered old hobbies. I travelled. I made new friends. I started therapy. I began loving the woman in the mirror.
To You, Reader
If you’ve ever loved someone who didn’t love you the same way, I see you. If you’re in the thick of heartbreak, I promise: this pain is not your forever. You will not only survive—you will thrive.
You don’t need someone to complete you. You were already whole.
