myn :
"How do you grieve for a love that did not even exist?
But seriously, how do you grieve something that was never even defined? An unlabeled love-no titles, no confirmations whatsoever. A situation where neither of you wanted to ask what you actually were. Do you bury it six feet under the ground, or six feet under your heart? And if you do bury it, what exactly are you burying? Your heart? Why would you, when you were never even official? And that's the hardest part-you don't know how to answer people when they ask what happened, because even you know you were nothing. Yet somehow, what you felt for that person was more than everything. Like Ben The kind of silence after them feels louder than anything you ever said. Why is it harder to move on from something that never had a label than from something that did? "Never mind, you were never mine." Maybe that's the answer. I keep telling myself you were never mine, but my heart never got that memo. Because in a real relationship, you have the right to ask, to demand, to be certain. But in something undefined, all you can ever do is hope.
2026-04-11 10:28:14