It has finally come to an end—my four-year relationship, the one I truly believed would lead to a happy wedding. With a heavy heart, I moved back in with my grandparents, leaving behind the house we had saved so long for, the little things we picked out together to make it feel like home, and all the quiet moments we shared—like lying on the couch after a long day.

I still remember how he would offer to make lavender tea whenever he saw me overwhelmed, staying up all night to finish my homework. He always noticed. And yet, I was so caught up in my own busy world that I forgot—he needed love too, moments of connection, just like any couple does.

This heartbreak will take time to heal. Maybe because I’m scared to let go, or maybe because it hurts even more knowing he’s already moved on with someone new.

I don’t wish to rewrite the past. I just hope that, apart from each other, we can both find peace—living better, and eventually, happier lives.