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A Letter to the One Who Broke Me
You may have broken my heart, but you haven’t broken my spirit
Our story lingers within me, an unwavering presence that refuses to disappear. It’s a memory I carry with me everywhere I go, a weight I can never shake off.
Each time I walk past your street, my heart starts to beat faster, and my breath becomes shallow. The anticipation is palpable, and I can’t help but hope to catch a glimpse of you. Maybe I’ll see you stepping out of your house or hear your voice calling my name. The yearning for you is a constant presence, a deep ache that never truly fades away.
Your street, your house, every letter in your name, and every digit in your phone number constantly remind me of the moments we shared and the love we once had. They hold so much meaning to me that they have become a weight that burdens me, hindering my attempts to move on and create a new life for myself.
Yet, despite everything, you are still present in my thoughts and in my imagination, by my side, holding me together. Your absence may have left a void in my heart, but the memories we created together are a constant reminder of the love that we shared and the passion that we once had. And so, I hold onto these memories tightly, never letting go, hoping that you will return to me one day and we will pick up…
