I loved him with all my heart.
He wasn’t just my boyfriend. He was my best friend, my safe place, the one I always ran to when life became too much. Every morning started with his “Good morning, love,” and every night ended with “Sleep tight, I’ll always be here.”
I believed him. Every word.
We talked about the future like it was a map we were drawing together. We planned where we’d live, how many kids we’d have, and what our wedding would look like. He used to say, “Forever isn’t enough when it comes to you.”
But forever ended too soon.
One day, he just disappeared. No call. No text. No fight. Just... gone.
I waited. Hours turned into days. I thought maybe he lost his phone. Maybe something bad happened. But then I saw him—laughing in a photo with another girl. A girl who wasn’t me.
That moment crushed me. My hands shook. My heart broke.
I kept asking myself, “Wasn’t I enough?”
I stopped eating. I stopped smiling. I stopped being me.
But time has a way of forcing you to heal, even when you don’t want to. Even when you wake up crying at 3AM. Even when every song feels like a memory of him.
Now, I’m still learning how to breathe again. How to walk without looking for him in every face. How to love myself even when he couldn’t love me enough to say goodbye.
