I still can’t believe we’re no longer together. It feels unreal, like a part of my life just disappeared without warning. It’s been so long since I’ve seen your name light up my phone—no good morning, no good night, no I miss you. And somehow, that silence hurts more than words ever could.
I don’t know where life has taken you now, or what your days look like without me. But mine are still filled with memories of us. I sit alone sometimes, wondering how time flew so fast when we were together, and why it moves so slowly now that you’re gone.
Life without you hasn’t been easy. Every day feels heavier, like I’m just going through the motions, pretending I’m okay when I’m really not. Little things remind me of you—the places we went, the songs we loved, even the quiet moments I never thought I’d miss this much.
There are days when I miss you so much it physically hurts. Days when your absence feels louder than any noise around me. Nights are the hardest—I lie awake, replaying our memories, wishing I could go back to a time when you were still mine.
I even miss our fights, because at least then we were still us. I’ve tried to move on, I truly have. But no matter how far I go, something keeps pulling me back to you, to the love we shared.
I still check your profile. I still wait for one message, just one sign that I still matter to you. I still miss you. I still care about you. And maybe that’s the hardest truth of all—learning how to live without someone who still owns a piece of my heart.
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