LOVE HURTS

I remember the first time I saw her. It was a sunny afternoon, and the world seemed to slow down as she walked into the room. Her name was Emily. As the saying goes "love is blind" and indeed it is, to me,she was the most beautiful girl in the world. Her smile could light up the darkest of days, and her laughter was like music to my ears. I was instantly captivated. Let's be frank, I believe that even you, you've atleast met someone who insanely turns your feelings on from the first sight. Atleast everbody experienced that. And this was the same situation between me and Emily.

We met at a mutual friend’s party. I was standing awkwardly by the snack table, trying to muster the courage to talk to her. She must have noticed my nervousness because she walked over and introduced herself. Her voice was soft and kind, and I felt an immediate connection. We spent the rest of the evening talking about everything and nothing, losing track of time as the hours flew by. True, when you find the other half of your heart, words just keep flowing in.

From that night on, Emily and I were inseparable. We went on long walks, shared our dreams and fears, and laughed until our sides hurt. She had a way of making me feel like I was the only person in the world that mattered. I fell deeply in love with her, and I believed she felt the same way.

Our relationship was like a fairytale. We had our ups and downs, but we always found our way back to each other. I cherished every moment we spent together, from the quiet nights watching movies to the spontaneous road trips that took us to new and exciting places. Emily was my everything, and I couldn’t imagine my life without her. By the way this is a true life story. She had completely dominated my mind and thoughts.

But as time went on, I started to notice subtle changes. You know, if you've ever been in a relationship, of which almost everyone, you realise the degree of intimacy depreciates over time in most cases.Emily became distant, and our conversations grew shorter. She seemed preoccupied, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. I tried to ignore it, convincing myself that it was just a rough patch and that we would get through it. I also thought that maybe it's normal in relationships right?

One evening, as we sat on the couch in silence, I finally gathered the courage to ask her what was going on. She looked at me with sad eyes and took a deep breath. “I don’t know how to say this,” she began, “but I think we need to take a break.”

Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. “Why?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “I thought we were happy.”

Emily looked away, unable to meet my gaze. “I care about you so much,” she said, “but I feel like we’ve grown apart. I need some time to figure things out.”

I wanted to scream, to beg her to stay, but I knew it wouldn’t change anything. I nodded, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. “If that’s what you need,” I said, my voice trembling, “then I understand.”

The days that followed were some of the hardest of my life. I felt lost and alone, my heart aching with every beat. I replayed our conversations over and over in my mind, searching for clues that I might have missed. I couldn’t understand how everything had gone so wrong.

Weeks turned into months, as you know that's how relationships end these days. I week no talk second week no talk and finally break up.
I threw myself into work, hoping to distract myself from the pain. But no matter how busy I kept myself, thoughts of Emily were never far from my mind. I missed her smile, her laughter, the way she made me feel like I was the most important person in the world.

One day, out of the blue, I received a message from her. My heart raced as I opened it, hoping for some kind of reconciliation. But as I read her words, my heart sank. She openly and happily informed me how she met someone else. I think she thought that i had moved on too but I was still into her. She was happy, and she wanted me to be happy for her too.

I felt a wave of emotions crash over me—anger, sadness, betrayal. How could she move on so easily? How could she forget everything we had shared? But as the initial shock wore off, I realized that holding onto the pain would only hurt me more. I had to let her go.

It wasn’t easy, but I slowly began to heal. I surrounded myself with friends and family who supported me and reminded me of my worth. I started to find joy in the little things again, and I learned to appreciate the beauty of life, even without Emily by my side.

Looking back, I realize that our love story, though filled with heartbreak, taught me valuable lessons about myself and what I want in a relationship. I learned that love is not always enough to keep two people together and that sometimes, letting go is the most loving thing you can do.

Emily will always hold a special place in my heart, but I know now that I deserve someone who loves me unconditionally, someone who will stand by me through thick and thin. And until I find that person, I will continue to cherish the memories we made and the lessons I learned.

I hope by any chance Emily finds this story.