We used to talk until 3 a.m.
Now, I stare at my phone, waiting for a reply that never comes.
I don’t know when it started—maybe when he stopped asking how my day was, or when his eyes stopped lighting up when he saw me. But somewhere between our first kiss and our last good morning text, I became a stranger to the boy who once said I was his world.
His name is Ayan.
And I loved him like a fool.
---
It wasn’t always this way.
We met during the rainy season. I was the girl with a broken umbrella; he was the boy who offered his jacket. We laughed under a leaking bus stop, shared street food, exchanged numbers like it meant fate.
He told me I was different. That he’d never met someone like me.
I believed him.
I gave him every soft part of me—my fears, my dreams, my past. I let him see me without the walls. I told him about my scars. And he kissed every one.
But people change.
Or maybe… they just stop pretending.
---
Now he scrolls through his phone when I talk.
His voice is hollow, distant. He no longer remembers small things about me—like how I hate silence during dinner, or how I always sleep with the light on after nightmares.
Once, I accidentally called him three times in a row when my mother fell sick.
He replied two hours later:
“Sorry, I was busy. Everything okay?”
That’s when I realized—
The boy who used to race across the city just to hug me on bad days…
Was now just "busy."
---
I asked him if something was wrong.
He smiled. "You overthink too much."
But I wasn't overthinking.
I was under-valued.
---
Last week, I saw him laughing with another girl. His eyes sparkled. He listened to her talk like she was his favorite song.
I used to be that song.
Now, I’m background noise.
I went home and cried. Not because he loved someone else.
But because he didn't even have the courage to tell me.
---
So, I stopped texting first.
I stopped begging for attention he no longer wanted to give.
I stopped hoping that the boy who forgot me would remember me again.
And you know what happened?
Nothing.
Not a single message.
Not a single call.
That’s how I knew—
I wasn’t losing him. He had already let go.
---
It hurt. God, it hurt.
But today, I looked in the mirror and whispered,
“I deserve more than crumbs.”
And I meant it.
Because I am not hard to love.
I just loved someone who stopped trying.
---
So here’s to the strangers we used to know.
To the people who taught us what love shouldn’t feel like.
And to the hearts brave enough to walk away—
Even if they’re still in love.
---
The End
Like and Follow💗💗💗
