Today, a month passed since she left me. My point of view of the situation shifted a bit. I am no longer desperate for her. I understood that I miss the love, the affection, the idea of someone loving me, not her. Because to be fair, she stopped showing me love even before leaving me like I was worth nothing. I understood we are not together anymore for a good reason. That I will never find the person she was the first day we met, not even in herself. Sad thing to say, but life goes on, she's not part of mine anymore. I learnt that her presence wasn't the fuel to power me up, and I could find the power in myself. I would lie if I said I didn't think of her, it actually happens almost everyday. But now, I don't crave her coming back, I am simply deceived, I'm starting to move on. I don't want her anymore.
Last updated on:2026-05-04T15:58:33+05:30
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when you think of her now, do you still catch yourself going back to the early version of her or are you seeing her as she was at the end?
staying in that truth helped me. every time i started missing her, i reminded myself how they really showed up, not who she ws in the beginning.
i had that moment too where i realized i missed being loved, not the way they actually treated me at the end. it’s a weird kind of clarity that still hurts.
it's bittersweet, but I know it'll get better
Great next step, keep moving forward