For those hopeless after losing your first love

Hey. I was the girl who wanted to commit suicide after losing my first love. I was the girl who made many mistakes, reached out too many times, didn't want to let go.

I thought I would never take a step forward. I thought I would forever be chained down by this pain.

But today, it's been 3 years since I last saw him. Only now, after years (much slower than it took him to move on btw), my idea of him is slowly starting to fade away and lose importance. I am starting to accept that the door is closed and he is not for me, and I feel less tethered, and more free from my past.

I just wanted to share both because it's an emotional moment for myself, and because I want to give hope to those who are in the same place where I was. It's a long journey, but us who have been through it are waiting for you at the other side of the door and it gets better🩷