almost two, months
If she was being honest, she didn’t really know how to say the things she needed to say. There were so many hearts, so many minds she felt responsible for so much so that writing this was less about clarity and more about trying to let go of the weight she'd been carrying for too long. A weight that clung to her chest, unrelenting. Was it naive of her? Naive to think that making someone happy would be enough for them to choose her? She gave deeply, genuinely. Sometimes she gave more than she could even give to herself. She lit up others in ways she never learned to do for her own soul. And in the end, it broke her. Yes, she got hurt. And worst of all, she blamed herself. She knew how it would end. She saw it coming. She recognized the signs. But knowing didn’t mean she was prepared. not for the ache, not for the shock, not for the unraveling that followed. She tried to brace herself, but no amount of readiness could soften the blow. What she felt was a chaos of emotions- anger, dis...