day 4

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i’m so confused as to how i feel . i had a dream about him last night , and i woke up with this pit in my stomach . Since the only reason we broke up was long distance , we both still love each other . So whenever i think of him it hurts knowing if we were living closer his parents would have allowed us to keep dating.

due to the long distance , i don’t have to deal with the pain of seeing him around . But whenever i check my phone im reminded he’s gone . i could call him for hours and not get bored , we’d text throughout the day about the most random things . I miss seeing his notification pop up . it’s starting to hit me he’s not coming back and it hurts when i replay all the memories . it’s like im not missing him when im distracted , but when i think about how id usually be texting him or how inlove we were (still are) it hurts my heart. I know it will get better in a few months but right now the thought of him or me moving on makes me want to throw up .

I’m still in contact with his sister ; she sad he’s going to take a while to get over me because i was all he talked about . Now i’ve stoped asking her for updates , it will hurt me too much . but a part of me sort of finds comfort knowing he’s also struggling with losing me too. Eventually in the future , i hope we can be friends again.

Last updated on:2025-11-22T14:32:06+05:30

Comments (5)

LonelyStarxx
LonelyStarxx 3 mths ago

do you feel like you’re holding on because of the love itself, or because this breakup didn’t feel like a choice either of you actually wanted?

usermkj28
usermkj28 3 mths ago

@LonelyStarxx both to be honest

limbba
limbba 3 mths ago

this sucks. yeah, i loved him. and yeah, healing is gonna be slow. there’s nothing wrong with that.

letitgo_user
letitgo_user 3 mths ago

I know how it's feels twin.
that's sucks but times flies by I guess

poetrygirl
poetrygirl 3 mths ago

i had a long distance breakup that wasn’t about love, just timing and families and stupid logistics. i remember waking up from dreams about him with that same heavy pit, like my body hadn’t gotten the memo that he was gone. i used to scroll my phone like maybe he’d magically text. the worst part was that weird comfort of knowing he still loved me too… it kept me stuck for a long time. you’re not alone in this ache