The Grief of Walking Away 💔
I used to think heartbreak would look dramatic. Like scenes from movies: Crying on cold bathroom floors, blocking numbers at 2 a.m, long paragraphs that should have stayed in the drafts. Pretending you do not care when you actually care too much. But my first heartbreak felt nothing like that. It felt quiet. So quiet that, at first, I convinced myself I was completely fine. I even texted my best friend, “Breakups are honestly overrated 😂” And weirdly, a part of me believed it. Coming back to my own space felt comforting. I had spent most of my life single anyway. Before this relationship, I already had a life that felt full. Peaceful, even. I did not fall in love until I was above 25.....well, this is another story for another day. At first, being alone again almost felt familiar. Then slowly, the silence became loud. It sounded like overthinking at midnight, like rereading old conversations, trying to find the exact moment everything changed. Like blaming myself for every misund...