My Broken Heart

I had a Breakup Few Days Ago

I never thought I’d be writing this, but here I am, pouring my heart out. A few weeks ago, I had a boyfriend who meant everything to me. He was my world, my best friend, my safe place. We were happy, or so I thought. But one silly fight changed everything.

It started with something small—so small that I don’t even remember the reason now. But our egos got in the way. Neither of us wanted to say, “I’m sorry.” Words were exchanged, and before I knew it, we broke up. I thought he’d come back, or I’d find the courage to reach out. But neither of us did.

Now, I’m stuck in this emptiness. Every day feels heavier than the last. I see him in everything—in the songs we used to listen to, in the streets we walked together, in the jokes that now feel hollow. I try to distract myself, but nothing works. My friends tell me to move on, but how do you move on when your heart refuses to let go?

Sometimes I wonder if he misses me too. Does he think about me? Does he regret what happened? I don’t know, and it kills me inside. I want to hate him for leaving, but all I feel is this deep ache, this longing for what we had.

I don’t know how long this pain will last. But for now, I’m just trying to survive each day. Writing this is my way of letting it out, hoping that maybe, just maybe, one day I’ll feel whole again.

– Ritika