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Franz Kafka said

“I cannot make you understand I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me”

You will never understand what this did to me

For you these are probably just regular days passing by

For me every single day without you feels like eternity

Time stopped feeling normal after you left

People say heartbreak heals with time

but time itself became the punishment

Every morning I wake up hoping reality changed somehow

and every night I realize it never does

Franz Kafka said

“You are the knife I turn inside myself”

I get withdrawals from you like a drug addict quitting something that destroyed them

Except drugs do not smile at you

do not hold you

do not tell you they care before disappearing

My body learned your absence physically

Sleepless nights

heavy breathing

an emptiness in my chest that never fully leaves

And the worst part is knowing you probably sleep peacefully

while I fight memories of you like they are trying to kill me slowly

Oscar Wilde said

“The heart was made to be broken”

Nobody talks about how humiliating heartbreak becomes after a while

How you start begging God for one person back

like your entire existence depends on them returning

I prayed for you more than I ever prayed for myself

I wanted nothing else

Not money

not success

not anything

Just you

And maybe that is what destroyed me the most

realizing the person who meant everything to me

could move on from me like I was survivable

Madeleine L’Engle said

“Loving someone is giving them the power to break your heart but trusting them not to”

I trusted you with the softest parts of me

The parts I hid from everyone else

I thought love this real would protect itself

I thought if I loved you hard enough

God would somehow keep you in my life

Instead I watched the person I considered priceless

become someone I can no longer reach

And maybe you will never understand any of this from my side

Maybe to you I was just another chapter

while to me you felt like the entire story ended when you left

Dostoevsky once said

"I would've given her the whole world

but she wanted someone who already had it”

And maybe that was us

Because I wouldve bled myself dry just to build a future beside you

a small house

late night drives

your head on my shoulder

a life nobody else would understand but us

Love with you never felt temporary to me

it never felt like lust convenience or some passing moment people eventually forget

It felt permanent

The kind of permanent that settles into a man’s soul so deeply

he starts building his entire future around one person without even realizing it

I didnt love you for a season

I loved you in a way that reached beyond tomorrow

beyond distance

beyond the damage we both carried

I loved you like someone I was supposed to grow old beside

Kafka said

"so I watched her leave not because she didnt love me but because I wasnt enough to make her stay"

And that line lives inside me now

Because I still wonder if you ever looked back after leaving

if there was even one moment where your chest hurt the way mine did

I know people will say to move on to forget you to stop romanticizing pain

But they never loved you

They never saw the way you could make silence feel beautiful

how even your sadness felt softer than anyone elses happiness

And maybe that was my tragedy

loving you like a future while you loved me like a moment

Still if life gave me another chance I would choose you again

Even knowing you would still leave.

There is no love left between us now,
or maybe there is,
just buried beneath silence, pride,
and all the damage we never repaired.

But even then,
I could never turn my prayers into curses for you.
No matter how far I walk away,
a part of me still hopes
life becomes softer on your heart.

Distance has finally arrived between us.
Not the peaceful kind,
the kind built from blocked numbers,
unsent messages,
and nights where two people pretend
they no longer feel each other missing.

I used to wait for you like a ritual.
Your lane became sacred to me.
I made a home out of temporary moments
because to me, it was never temporary.

I truly saw a future with you.
A quiet one.
A real one.
A future where your name rested beside mine,
where love finally became peaceful,
where one day I would call you my wife
instead of writing poems about losing you.

Maybe that is why this hurts the way it does.
Because I was not loving you halfway.
I loved you with permanence in my heart,
while life kept reminding us
how temporary people can become.

Now I understand something painful:
the world does not feel like it continues the same without you.

Days still pass,
but nothing feels complete.

Places still exist,
but they don’t feel the same without your presence beside me.

Even silence feels louder when you are not here.

My enmity with you is simple now.
I will distance myself quietly.
No revenge.
No screaming.
No trying to make you suffer
the way I suffered loving you.

I will just stop waiting
at the same place every night.

Earlier, I made your road special.
I stood there emotionally barefoot,
hoping one day
you would finally choose peace over chaos
and choose me with it.

So now I leave your road to the world again.
Public. Ordinary. Untouched.
And I will keep walking too,
even with your name still echoing somewhere inside me.

But if one day
you unblock my number
and decide to reach back toward me,
you will find that I never hated you enough
to close the door completely.

Because love like this does not disappear.
It only learns how to stay silent.

And if one day
your footsteps find their way back to me again,
I will make that road special again.

I’ve held a nihilistic view for a long time. To me, life doesn’t have any inherent or objective meaning. What we usually call “meaning” things like art, love, relationships, ambition, progress I see more as products of evolution and human survival rather than something built into existence itself.

At the same time, I think meaning can exist on a human or species level. As a collective, humans create systems, culture, and progress that look meaningful. But on an individual level, I still struggle to see any fixed or objective purpose.

The contradiction I run into is this: even though I believe life is ultimately meaningless in an objective sense, I still experience anxiety about survival, work, and my future. If everything is just biological programming and evolution, then why does it feel so important and stressful in daily life?

I also believe that any meaning we experience is self created rather than universal, but that still sometimes feels fragile or hard to fully live by.

So my question is: how do people who lean toward nihilism actually integrate this view into everyday life without falling into either denial or despair? How do you function normally while holding that perspective?

I’m posting to ask for advice from anyone in California, especially Central California, who has experience with sexual assault cases or the legal process.

Someone I care about was sexually assaulted a few months ago. The incident happened around the Bay Area, though I don’t remember the exact city. She currently lives in the Central Valley.

At the time, she was in a very vulnerable situation and had been relying on trust in people around her. She ended up alone with the individual involved in a work related setting where the incident happened.

She told me that person offered her a cup of coffee and when she drinked it she dozed off and woke up 5 to 6 hours later, she felt things off as soon as she woke up like her undergarments were moved around and other things I much rather not mention.

She went to the hospital right after, went through a full forensic exam and testing, and has been waiting for updates since then. She says she’s barely heard anything back, and when she tries to contact them she doesn’t really get clear answers. The person involved is still free.

Whenever she calls, she’s told there are no updates on the case, so I’m trying to understand if this usually means the investigation is still ongoing or if there are other steps she can take to get more clarity or support.

She also told me that the hospital experience itself was very distressing for her, and that she felt she was treated badly by the  nurses during the process, which made everything harder emotionally for her.

I want to mention that I’m a man and I don’t have much knowledge about how these processes work, so I’m hoping people can be understanding if I’m missing something or phrasing things incorrectly.

I’m trying to understand if long delays and lack of communication are common in California sexual assault cases, and if there are any victim advocate programs, government agencies, or organizations that can actually help survivors get updates or move things forward when law enforcement isn’t communicating.

If possible, I’m also looking for specific step by step guidance on how to check case status or push for updates in Central California, and any specific victim advocate programs or organizations that can directly help with follow ups.

If anyone has experience with rape kits, SART programs, victim advocates, or the California legal system, I would really appreciate any guidance or advice.

I don’t know if anyone else has gone through this, but how do you actually deal with breakup pain when it feels unbearable?

I’m already on depression medication and I’m starting therapy next week, so I am trying to get help. But this pain feels unlike anything I’ve experienced before. It’s not even physical sadness, it feels internal in a way I can’t explain. Like a constant emptiness or pressure in my chest and mind every day. There are days when I don't want to even wake up from bed or even eat food at all.

She wasn’t just someone I dated to me. She was someone I genuinely wanted to marry someday and have kids with. I really believed she was my person and that we would be together until death. That’s part of why this hurts so deeply. It feels like I didn’t just lose a relationship, I lost the future I imagined with her too.

Part of me keeps wondering if I’m just emotionally weak because I can’t seem to handle this properly. People talk about breakups like they eventually move on, but right now I genuinely feel like I can’t imagine life without her.

I know that probably sounds unhealthy, but I’m being honest. Has anyone else experienced this level of attachment or pain after losing someone? What actually helped you get through it?

I used to tell you
you were the right person
I met at the wrong time.

And you would tell me,
“But the wrong timing isn’t forever.
Just give me a few years
until I get back on my feet.”

And I believed you.

I was happy knowing
that after all the struggle,
after all the chaos,
one day things would finally be good.

But the relationship never lasted long enough
for me to see the good part.

I never got to say
you became the right person
at the right time.

Now I’m stuck here in the dark
trying to convince myself
maybe you were the wrong person
I met at the right time,
sent to teach me a lesson
instead of becoming a blessing.

But if you were the wrong person,
why did everything we did feel right?

The way we held each other.
The way we became vulnerable
without fear.
The way we took care of each other
when nobody else did.

Spending my last dollar on you,
and you spending your last dollar on me.

I still don’t understand it.

If you were the wrong person,
why did you do all the right things?

Why did loving you feel exactly
like the kind of love people spend their whole lives searching for
before everything fell apart?

It feels like a crime.

Like something this sacred
shouldn’t be destroyed
by words alone.

Some loves feel too holy to end
while both people are still alive.

I don’t even know where to put all of this anymore.
It just stays in me, heavy and unfinished.

I keep thinking about how you’ve moved forward like nothing happened,
while I’m still stuck in the version of things where I thought we were real.
Where I thought what we had was leading somewhere.

I wish I could turn it off.
I wish I could walk away cleanly the way it looks like you have.
But I can’t. Not because I want to hold on,
but because I didn’t just see you in the moment.
I saw a future I built in my head that included you in it.

And now I’m left alone with something you’ve already left behind.

What hurts most isn’t just the ending.
It’s feeling like I never really got to say everything I needed to say.
Like everything I feel only exists on my side,
while you’ve already moved the story somewhere else.

I hate how much space you still take up in my mind.
How someone can feel so familiar to me
and still be someone I can’t reach anymore.

I wish moving on was simple.
But it isn’t simple when you were someone I imagined a life with.
Not just moments, but years, family, everything I never even found the words to say out loud.

And that’s the part I can’t explain to anyone properly.
Because to everyone else, you’re just a chapter.

But to me, you weren’t.

You became something I built meaning around.
Something I still don’t know how to fully let go of,
even while I know I have to learn how to.

I still hear your voice in the quiet parts of the night
not the words
just the feeling of you
like something warm I can’t hold anymore

Nine days
and it already feels like a different lifetime
like I imagined you
like none of it was real
but I know it was
because it still hurts in places I can’t reach

Two months since we broke
and I haven’t touched anyone
not because I couldn’t
but because it feels wrong
like a crime
like I’m cheating on something
that doesn’t even exist anymore

I keep thinking about that call
how you let me hear the world you chose over me
how small I felt
standing outside your life
like a stranger
like I was never meant to stay

and I keep going back to that night
the argument
how I told you to do cocaine
like it didn’t matter
and now it sits with me
heavier than I expected

But you weren’t just that moment
you were the way you looked at me
when everything else disappeared
the way I believed you
even when I shouldn’t have

I miss you in ways that don’t make sense
not just you
but the version of life I thought we were building
the future that never got a chance to breathe

I don’t want you for your body
I never did
I just wanted to be there
to support you
to be someone you didn’t have to escape from
someone you didn’t have to numb yourself around

I wonder if you ever think of me
in between the chaos
in between the noise
if there’s even a second
where my name crosses your mind
the way yours refuses to leave mine

I wanted to save you
that’s the truth I keep trying to hide
and maybe that was my mistake
loving you like I could pull you out of something
you never asked to leave

Still
if you showed up at my door tonight
I don’t know if I’d be strong enough to turn you away

And that’s what scares me the most

Because I’m here
trying to let go
and you’re still the only place
that ever felt like home
even when it was breaking me

I know you were angry at me.

I know I kept reaching out from different accounts, and from your side it probably looked obsessive, maybe even crazy. You said I might have bipolar issues. Maybe that made it easier for you to push me away, to explain me in a way that made sense to you.

But that’s not what was happening.

I wasn’t reaching out because I wanted to annoy you or control you. I was reaching out because I was worried about you. Genuinely. The things you were doing, the drugs, the way you were living… it scared me. It felt like you were heading somewhere dangerous, and I couldn’t just sit there and pretend I didn’t care.

Maybe I went about it the wrong way. I can admit that. But it came from a place of caring about you more than I knew how to handle.

And that morning on the phone, when I broke down, that wasn’t weakness. That was everything I had been holding in finally coming out. I wasn’t acting. I wasn’t trying to manipulate you. I was just hurt, and I cared about you.

When you questioned me for crying, when you made it feel like something was wrong with me for feeling that way… that stayed with me. Because I thought, out of everything between us, at least you would understand that part.

I wanted to see you in person, just once, to talk like real people and not like strangers who suddenly meant nothing to each other. I wanted to explain my side, not to argue, not to change your mind, just to be heard.

You never gave me that.

Now it’s been almost two months, and I’m still here thinking about you, still trying to make sense of how something that felt so real to me could end like it meant nothing.

Maybe you’ve moved on. Maybe you’re fine. I don’t know.

I just know that I cared about you in a way that went beyond convenience or timing. And even now, after everything, a part of me is still worried about you.

Not because I have to be.

But because I never learned how to just stop.

It’s been almost 2 months since the breakup, and I’ve been trying to stay in no contact. The hardest part is realizing she never reached out to me even once. It was always me reaching out to her before, and now that I’ve stopped, it’s just silence.

She seems like she’s completely moved on, and I’m still here thinking about her every day. It makes me feel like I didn’t mean as much as I thought I did, or like it was easier for her to let go than it is for me.

Another thing that’s been stuck in my head is that we both have our own perspectives on what happened. I really wanted to talk to her in person and explain my side, just to be heard, but she never gave me that chance. We spoke once on the phone about a week ago, and I asked if we could meet in person so I could talk things through, but she didn’t really give me that opportunity either.

During that call I got emotional and ended up crying because I genuinely care about her, and she made comments like asking why I was crying and questioning me instead of understanding where I was coming from. That part stuck with me more than I expected, and it made everything feel even more unfinished.

I’m also struggling with the fact that I can’t imagine being with anyone else right now, emotionally or physically. My mind just keeps going back to her, and it feels like I’m not making progress at all.

For those who’ve been in no contact, how did you deal with the silence? How did you stop thinking about whether they’ll ever reach out, and actually move forward?