u/Street-Profession259

The worst feeling is when you truly loved someone and trusted them with everything.

They weren't just your girlfriend—they became part of your daily life. You'd catch yourself writing her name while taking notes in class without even realizing it. Walking somewhere, you'd imagine she was next to you. Every future plan had her in it. Every dream, every goal, every little "one day" included her.

You built memories together. Inside jokes. Late-night conversations. Places that only meant something because she was there. You gave someone a permanent place in your mind and your heart.

Then one day, it's over.

You find out they betrayed you, and somehow they don't even think you deserve an explanation. No apology. No honesty. No closure.

The hardest part is knowing that if she had just been honest, I probably would've forgiven her. Maybe that would've been the wrong decision, but that's what love does. It makes you want to fight for someone even after they've hurt you.

After that, your mind becomes a prison.

You replay every memory wondering, Was any of it real? Was she lying about other things too? Did she ever actually love me, or was I just loving the version of her that I created in my head?

Then she blocks every way to reach her. Her family tells you not to contact her anymore. And suddenly, you're expected to accept that your story is over without ever being allowed to know why.

People always say, "Just move on."

Move on from what?

From years of memories? From the future you planned together? From the person you trusted more than anyone?

Closure isn't about changing the outcome. It's about understanding what happened so your brain can finally stop trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces.

Maybe I would've still been heartbroken if she had told me the truth.

But at least I wouldn't be left wondering if the love I believed in ever existed in the first place.

Has anyone else gone through this? How did you finally make peace with questions that were never answered?

Sometimes I find myself wishing that someone would genuinely want to talk to me — not because I started the conversation, not because I reached out first, but because they actually thought about me and wanted to check in.

I mean small things: someone sending a “good morning” message, asking how my day is going, wondering how I’m doing, or simply wanting to share a conversation with me without me always having to make the first move.

It’s not really about attention or needing constant validation. I think it’s more about wanting to feel that I matter to someone — that someone notices my absence, enjoys my presence, and chooses to connect with me.

The confusing part is that I don’t think I’m someone who is impossible to approach. I take care of myself, I’m confident in my appearance, and people generally tell me I look good. But despite that, I rarely experience someone showing that kind of genuine interest first.

Sometimes I wonder why. Is it because people are just more hesitant nowadays? Do I give off a vibe that makes people think I don’t want to be approached? Or is this something a lot of people experience but don’t talk about?

I’m not looking for a relationship just to avoid being alone. I think I’m just missing that feeling of being wanted — having someone who genuinely wants to know how I am without me always having to ask first.