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

A New Friend on SoulSpeakStories I never expected to find a friend through my stories, but life is full of surprises. One day, I posted a piece on SoulSpeak Stories about dreams and struggles. A few hours later, I saw a comment: “Your story is beautiful. It feels real.” The comment was from Shailesh, a writer I had never spoken to before. Curious, I visited his profile and read his poems. His words carried deep emotions, just like my stories. I replied, “Thank you! I love your poems too.” That simple exchange turned into something more. We started reading each other’s work, sharing thoughts, and encouraging one another. Slowly, we became friends—not just as writers, but as people who understood each other through words

My Story – A Girl with Big Dreams My name is Ritika, a girl from a small town with big dreams. Life was never easy, but I found my escape in writing. While others played, I filled my notebook with stories, dreaming of a world beyond my own. At school, I wasn’t the smartest or the most popular. Some laughed at my simple clothes, but I knew my words had power. One day, my teacher encouraged me to enter a writing competition. Nervous but hopeful, I poured my heart into my story. When I won, everything changed. My story was published, and for the first time, I felt seen. That day, I realized—dreams come true when you believe in yourself. Now, I write my own future, one story at a time.