Its over

It feels like the end of an era. Ten years—an entire decade of love, memories, and shared dreams—gone in a way I never imagined. We broke up last year, and it was hard enough then. But today, hearing that she’s married, it feels like the final nail in the coffin of a relationship I once thought would last forever. For so long, she was my world, my confidant, my partner in everything. Every memory, every plan for the future had her in it. And now, in a single moment, it’s like everything we built has been wiped away. I can’t stop the flood of memories—our firsts, our laughter, even the arguments that made us stronger once. And now, all of it feels meaningless, like it belonged to someone else’s life, not mine. It’s not just the love that’s over; it’s the life I thought we were creating together. The worst part isn’t just losing her but realizing that all of this—the years we spent, the sacrifices we made—didn’t lead to the forever I believed in. It feels like I’ve lost not only her but also a part of myself that I can’t ever get back. I thought time had started to heal the wounds, but this news has torn everything open again. It’s over in a way I didn’t expect, a way that leaves no room for hope, no space for what-ifs. She’s moved on, and I’m left here, shattered, holding onto pieces of a past that no longer exists. It’s a strange, bitter feeling, knowing someone you loved with your whole heart has found a life without you in it. It’s a reality I have to accept, even if it feels impossible right now. I don’t know how to let go completely, but maybe this is the closure I didn’t want but needed.