I miss her face her beautiful eyes and that strawberry blonde hair you could spot from a mile away. I miss waking up to her warm touch the sound of her voice and the way she’d pull me back into her arms asking me to stay a little longer and I always did. She was everything I wanted and I tried to be everything I could to deserve her.
But she carried too much pain from her parents her childhood her past and even her own lies. I wanted nothing more than to make her feel loved but it wasn’t enough. There were too many layers of hurt for her to see that I was there to build a future together.
I stayed hoping she would change believing I could soften her heart little by little. I reminded her constantly that she was loved but the resentment she carried was too heavy. I stayed longer than I should have and in the end we lost more than we’ll ever recover.
I miss her not because I can’t see her again but because I know I’ll never be able to trust her or myself the same way again. That’s the most painful truth I’ve ever faced in love.
Her memory is everywhere. I see her in the places I walk hear her in conversations and feel her presence even when I’m with someone else. I keep wishing it was her. I can’t understand why I can’t let go why she still lives in my mind and heart.
Resentment built up until I pushed her away. We stopped loving each other the lies piled up and I lost myself in the process. Maybe that’s why it all unraveled why I had to let her go just to make sense of my own life again.
Now I want to be ready for the day I meet someone who isn’t weighed down by the same pain. Someone who will recognize that I’m here to love to lead and to be the man I’ve always wanted to be.
Last updated on:2026-02-10T21:33:03+05:30
Comments (3)
do you miss her, or do you miss who you were when you still believed love could save everything?
i stayed too, thinking love could outwork someone’s unhealed pain. i loved him HARD, but his childhood wounds and lies kept bleeding into us. losing trust in myself after was the part that wrecked me
I too was convicted by my ex of the crimes of her exes and her parents. It’s patently unfair. It hurts me knowing that she gave up on the one person who wanted, above all else, to help her heal.