That feeling of being broken sucks. I remember when I was in high school, I was dating this girl and it was great when we were together. I wanted to be around her all the time. We made each other laugh and made each other think. It was the perfect high school romance story.
But one day, it just ended.
She came up to me after school and told me that we couldn’t see each other anymore. I asked why, but she just said we couldn’t date anymore.
“We have to break up,” she said.
“We just do. I can’t see you anymore.”
“Did I do something?” I asked.
“No. No, it’s not you. We just… we just can’t date anymore,” she replied before walking away.
I was devasted. I felt broken inside… like I lost a big chunk of my soul.
For the next week or so after the breakup, I was just sad and depressed. I didn’t want to go to school or be around my friends. I just wanted to be by myself, listening to sad RnB songs.
But after a week, I started to feel better. I started to feel happy again and just took the breakup for it was -a breakup. “For whatever reason, we didn’t work out, and that’s okay,” I told myself.
I would see her around school every now and then, and give her a little smile just to show that we were cool. And we were, but I still had some feelings for her and it did kill me a little bit on the inside when I did see her. It was like a little bit of my happiness just leaves me a for moment when I saw her face.
Over time, however, my feelings for her just slowly dissipated. I still liked her as a friend, but the feelings… the romantic feelings I guess, just slowly left and I stopped thinking about her in that way.
I guess this was when my heart started to heal and replace the shattered pieces.
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