@heartbreakletter: Everyone keeps asking me if I’m okay now. And every time, I smile and say, “I’m fine.” But the truth? I don’t think I’ve really moved on. I think I’ve just gotten better at hiding it. I still think about him. Not every second of every day like I used to. But enough to know that a part of my heart is still carrying him. Sometimes it happens when I hear a certain song. Sometimes it happens when I see something funny and instinctively want to tell him about it. Sometimes it happens for no reason at all. His memory just appears. And suddenly, I’m back there again. Back to the days when I thought he was going to stay. Back to the version of me that felt safe. Back to the dreams I built around someone who eventually became a memory. The hardest part is that life keeps moving. People expect you to heal. They expect you to wake up one morning and be completely over it. But nobody talks about the days when you miss someone you know you shouldn’t. Nobody talks about how exhausting it is to carry a love that no longer has a place to go. I wish I could say I never think about him anymore. I wish I could say his name no longer echoes in my mind. But that wouldn’t be true. Because some nights, when the world gets quiet, I still wonder how he’s doing. I still wonder if he ever thinks about me. If he ever misses the things I miss. If he ever realizes how much of my heart I left in his hands. And maybe that’s what hurts the most. Not that he left. But that I still care about someone who probably stopped caring a long time ago. I know healing isn’t a race. I know moving on takes time. But some days, I get frustrated with myself. I ask myself why I’m still carrying this. Why his absence can still make my chest feel heavy. Why a part of me still waits for a closure that may never come. The truth is… I loved him deeply. And deep love doesn’t disappear overnight. It leaves traces. It leaves scars. It leaves memories that show up when you least expect them. So no… I’m not completely okay. I’m not completely over him. And maybe admitting that is the most honest thing I’ve said in a long time. But I’m trying. Every day, I’m trying. Trying to choose myself. Trying to let go. Trying to believe that one day his name will cross my mind without hurting. And until that day comes… I’ll keep healing. Even if my heart still misses him. 💔 #loveandpain #hurtfeelings #brokenheart #midnightthoughts #viral

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