It’s been almost a year and i miss her.
I fell into some dark days after the breakup. My depression reached astronomical levels and the emotional exhaustion was just too much.
Today, i’m going on with my life. Yet, when i’m alone, I get vivid memories of her face, voice, touch, jokes and it crushes me.
I found an old item of here and it really broke my heart. I could not throw it away for the life of me.
I’m teary eye just writing this. Moving on is forced since there isn’t a choice.
I truly wish I was more mature and that it worked out. The only positive from the split was growing up and a ton of self reflection.
This was extremely painful for months on end. I’m just letting it off my chest here. Whatever she is doing, I will always love her and hope that life puts great things in-front of her. We don’t talk and my heart wishes her a great life.