it gets better. slowly, one day at a time, things get better. I’m at the stage where my love is dormant, but it hasn’t died. it lies in my chest, waiting for the right moment it can be pulled out of my chest again by his hands.
knowing he still cares is… everything.
knowing he still holds something there is anything I need. he’s done trying to fix us for now, so all I can do is step back and pray. maybe it’s good I’m back home with a very spiritual mother.
I don’t feel an urge to text him anymore, just little threads in my love that flap and flutter around, like they’ve been severed and they want their ending. some of them get fixed, some of them don’t. but the feeling of them being cut doesn’t hurt as much anymore.
almost two days, can’t wait until it’s two weeks, maybe two months. however long he needs.
Last updated on:2026-05-22T20:24:05+05:30
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do you think part of you is waiting for HIM specifically, or waiting for the feeling of being chosen and held again? i had to ask myself that at one point because i couldn’t tell the difference anymore.
him.
i’m glad you’re not fighting the urge to text him anymore. honestly that was the first real shift for me too
same. it’s the little things.
when my ex and i stopped trying to fix things, i kept treating time like proof he’d come back. every quiet day felt unbearable at first, then weirdly softer. those little threads you described, that part hit me hard