
The hardest thing to get back is yourself
I used to think heartbreak was about missing a person.
Now I think its about missing the life you had while they were in it.
There was a time when the smallest things made me happy. Hearing my phone buzz.Seeing their name pop up.Wondering what we'd talk about tonight.Going to sleep knowing I'd probably wake up to a message from them.
Nothing about my life had magically improved,but somehow everything felt lighter. I had someone to share my thoughts with,laugh with, and look forward to. Even ordinary days felt meaningful because they were part of them.
Then one day, it all stopped.
The messages disappeared.The conversations ended. The routine I'd built around them quietly fell apart.
People tell you that time helps you get over someone.
Maybe it does.
But what nobody talks about is grieving the version of yourself that existed during that chapter of your life.The person who felt excited about tomorrow instead of just getting through today.
Maybe that's what heartbreak really steals.
Not just a person.
But the version of you that believed happiness had finally found its way into your life.