Yes, it does hurt occasionally. At the worst possible moments.

It’s her birthday today, and I remember how she told me she never had a proper birthday in her life. Sometimes her face, her texts, they all haunt me. I still have the poem I wrote for her. We broke up in August ‘24 and then came back together temporarily in Dec ‘24 and finally ended things in Feb ‘25. I had to end things with her, tried to forget about her - she was someone who went through the same things I did. Yet, she never stopped caring for me or loving me any less. But I had to end it all. We were perfect, but we couldn’t be together. Every time I play the piano piece I wrote for her - a part of me shatters me into little pieces. I just hope she’s alright. I really wish the best for her no matter what.

It’s a bit true I mean I yearn for the same connection with someone as I had with her - someone genuine, someone with the same type of humour as me, someone who loved me for me and not for the facade I put on.

Every time I’m going through a bad day - the pain hurts me even more, seeing people holding hands, dancing together - triggers it even more.