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Rumination by definition is getting stuck in the same thoughts, replaying everything, trying to make sense of it all.

I don’t want to be hard on myself for still being here after all this time. It’s been almost six months, which is strange to say, because that’s about how long the relationship lasted too. I just feel like I’ve been sitting with all these feelings for so long, trying to understand what I still need to know.

There are things I wish I had asked during our closure conversation. I care deeply about people, sometimes so deeply it overwhelms me, and I ended up breaking down more than I could speak through. Love has never been something I’ve put above everything else in my life, but I do give everything I have to the people I care about and sometimes it feels like I’m left feeling empty afterward.

I know I could reach out and ask the questions I still carry. I believe you would probably be open to talking, but I can’t seem to bring myself to do it.

I still think about the way you looked at me when you left like you could see how exhausted I was, like you were looking at someone who had nothing left to give. It stays with me more than I want it to.

If you ever see this, I want to say I’m sorry for how everything played out. Life hasn’t been easy, and in my hardest moments I tend to pull inward just to get through things, before showing up again as the version of me everyone is used to. The acting came to a halt and the mask fully came off.

I’m sorry I said we couldn’t be friends. I just couldn’t risk reopening something that still hurts. And I’m sorry for saying I hated you I know that isn’t true.

More than anything, I just want a love that stays and talks things through when things get hard. I’m starting to understand that I am worth that kind of love. I deserve the happy ending.

So for now, I’ll keep replaying our story like a film I can’t quite turn off scene by scene, moment by moment holding onto the parts that meant something to me. But slowly, the reels will wear thin, the images will fade, and the soundtrack won’t feel so loud anymore.

And maybe one day, it won’t feel like I was written out of the ending just that our story was always meant to close where it did, a chapter complete, even if it wasn’t the one I would’ve chosen.

Guess it’s time to roll the credits.

Rumination by definition is getting stuck in the same thoughts, replaying everything, trying to make sense of it all.

I don’t want to be hard on myself for still being here after all this time. It’s been almost six months, which is strange to say, because that’s about how long the relationship lasted too. I just feel like I’ve been sitting with all these feelings for so long, trying to understand what I still need to know.

There are things I wish I had asked during our closure conversation. I care deeply about people, sometimes so deeply it overwhelms me, and I ended up breaking down more than I could speak through. Love has never been something I’ve put above everything else in my life, but I do give everything I have to the people I care about and sometimes it feels like I’m left feeling empty afterward.

I know I could reach out and ask the questions I still carry. I believe you would probably be open to talking, but I can’t seem to bring myself to do it.

I still think about the way you looked at me when you left like you could see how exhausted I was, like you were looking at someone who had nothing left to give. It stays with me more than I want it to.

If you ever see this, I want to say I’m sorry for how everything played out. Life hasn’t been easy, and in my hardest moments I tend to pull inward just to get through things, before showing up again as the version of me everyone is used to. The acting came to a halt and the mask fully came off.

I’m sorry I said we couldn’t be friends. I just couldn’t risk reopening something that still hurts. And I’m sorry for saying I hated you I know that isn’t true.

More than anything, I just want a love that stays and talks things through when things get hard. I’m starting to understand that I am worth that kind of love. I deserve the happy ending.

So for now, I’ll keep replaying our story like a film I can’t quite turn off scene by scene, moment by moment holding onto the parts that meant something to me. But slowly, the reels will wear thin, the images will fade, and the soundtrack won’t feel so loud anymore.

And maybe one day, it won’t feel like I was written out of the ending just that our story was always meant to close where it did, a chapter complete, even if it wasn’t the one I would’ve chosen.

Guess it’s time to roll the credits.

Rumination by definition is getting stuck in the same thoughts, replaying everything, trying to make sense of it all.

I don’t want to be hard on myself for still being here after all this time. It’s been almost six months, which is strange to say, because that’s about how long the relationship lasted too. I just feel like I’ve been sitting with all these feelings for so long, trying to understand what I still need to know.

There are things I wish I had asked during our closure conversation. I care deeply about people, sometimes so deeply it overwhelms me, and I ended up breaking down more than I could speak through. Love has never been something I’ve put above everything else in my life, but I do give everything I have to the people I care about and sometimes it feels like I’m left feeling empty afterward.

I know I could reach out and ask the questions I still carry. I believe you would probably be open to talking, but I can’t seem to bring myself to do it.

I still think about the way you looked at me when you left like you could see how exhausted I was, like you were looking at someone who had nothing left to give. It stays with me more than I want it to.

If you ever see this, I want to say I’m sorry for how everything played out. Life hasn’t been easy, and in my hardest moments I tend to pull inward just to get through things, before showing up again as the version of me everyone is used to. The acting came to a halt and the mask fully came off.

I’m sorry I said we couldn’t be friends. I just couldn’t risk reopening something that still hurts. And I’m sorry for saying I hated you I know that isn’t true.

More than anything, I just want a love that stays and talks things through when things get hard. I’m starting to understand that I am worth that kind of love. I deserve the happy ending.

So for now, I’ll keep replaying our story like a film I can’t quite turn off scene by scene, moment by moment holding onto the parts that meant something to me. But slowly, the reels will wear thin, the images will fade, and the soundtrack won’t feel so loud anymore.

And maybe one day, it won’t feel like I was written out of the ending just that our story was always meant to close where it did, a chapter complete, even if it wasn’t the one I would’ve chosen.

Guess it’s time to roll the credits.

Rumination by definition is getting stuck in the same thoughts, replaying everything, trying to make sense of it all.

I don’t want to be hard on myself for still being here after all this time. It’s been almost six months, which is strange to say, because that’s about how long the relationship lasted too. I just feel like I’ve been sitting with all these feelings for so long, trying to understand what I still need to know.

There are things I wish I had asked during our closure conversation. I care deeply about people, sometimes so deeply it overwhelms me, and I ended up breaking down more than I could speak through. Love has never been something I’ve put above everything else in my life, but I do give everything I have to the people I care about and sometimes it feels like I’m left feeling empty afterward.

I know I could reach out and ask the questions I still carry. I believe you would probably be open to talking, but I can’t seem to bring myself to do it.

I still think about the way you looked at me when you left like you could see how exhausted I was, like you were looking at someone who had nothing left to give. It stays with me more than I want it to.

If you ever see this, I want to say I’m sorry for how everything played out. Life hasn’t been easy, and in my hardest moments I tend to pull inward just to get through things, before showing up again as the version of me everyone is used to. The acting came to a halt and the mask fully came off.

I’m sorry I said we couldn’t be friends. I just couldn’t risk reopening something that still hurts. And I’m sorry for saying I hated you I know that isn’t true.

More than anything, I just want a love that stays and talks things through when things get hard. I’m starting to understand that I am worth that kind of love. I deserve the happy ending.

So for now, I’ll keep replaying our story like a film I can’t quite turn off scene by scene, moment by moment holding onto the parts that meant something to me. But slowly, the reels will wear thin, the images will fade, and the soundtrack won’t feel so loud anymore.

And maybe one day, it won’t feel like I was written out of the ending just that our story was always meant to close where it did, a chapter complete, even if it wasn’t the one I would’ve chosen.

Guess it’s time to roll the credits.

It’s been about five months, and not a single day has gone by where he hasn’t crossed my mind. It’s exhausting. I’ve done everything I can to process it I’ve worked through the stages of grief, kept my distance, and tried to protect my peace. The breakup was mutual, but I chose to go no contact right away. I briefly tried unblocking him on social media three months ago, but it only made things harder, so I stepped back again. I even deleted his number to avoid reaching out impulsively when emotions ran high.

I sometimes wish I had accepted his offer to stay friends, but given my past experiences with people coming in and out of my life, I knew I couldn’t handle that kind of uncertainty again. I think part of what’s lingering is how much was left unsaid I was too overwhelmed at the time to fully express myself.

I don’t think I miss him as a partner, but I do deeply miss the friendship we had. I’ve always believed that exes can’t truly be friends, but he was a positive influence in my life. We had strong chemistry, but ultimately weren’t compatible in the ways that mattered in the long run. Life was also really kicking me when I was down. Not to mention I work 50 sometimes more hours a week. I don’t like how things ended, even though I understand why they had to.

Lately, the pain has been hitting harder than I expected. I keep replaying the last things he said to me, and I can’t seem to quiet my mind. I just wish I could find a way to let that go.

I’ve journaled I’ve written letters that I never sent as much as I’ve processed my feelings the thoughts just keep on coming. Has anyone been through something similar I’m just looking for some advice.