Stucked in between

First and foremost, failed love stories can be incredibly painful. The feeling of being rejected or let down by someone you care about deeply can be devastating. It can feel like a piece of you is missing, and it is hard to imagine ever feeling whole again. You might find yourself constantly replaying the relationship in your mind, trying to figure out where things went wrong and what you could have done differently. These feelings are normal and valid, and it's important to give yourself time to process them.

But despite the pain, failed love stories can also offer valuable lessons. They can teach us about ourselves, our values, and what we want and need in a partner. They can show us our strengths and weaknesses, and help us grow as individuals. They can also teach us about communication, trust, and boundaries, all important skills in any relationship.

One common misconception about failed love stories is that they are a sign of personal failure. It is easy to fall into the trap of blaming yourself for the relationship not working out, but the truth is that relationships are a two way street. It takes two people to make a relationship work, and if one person isn't willing or able to put in the effort, it is not your fault. It is important to remember that you are worthy of love and that a failed relationship does not define you.

Moving on from a failed love story can be a difficult process, but it is important to take the time to heal and reflect. Surround yourself with people who love and support you, and take care of yourself physically, mentally, and emotionally. Allow yourself to grieve the loss of the relationship, but also look for the lessons and growth opportunities that come with it. And remember that just because one relationship did not work out, it does not mean that you will not find love again in the future.

Here is some words to share about past. I miss you more than I could ever put into words. It feels as if a part of my heart is out of me. But of course, my words mean nothing to you. I often ask myself if they ever meant anything to you at all. But this thought hurts me much more than it would ever hurt you hence I dismiss it as quickly as it comes to my mind. I miss you so freaking much though. Everyone blames me. Nobody talks to me. They behave as if I am an outcast. You behave as if I were nothing for you. Never a part of your life. And I see you everywhere.

In my eyes, in my mind, in my heart, in my soul; it is just you. But it does not matter to you. I know. I understand. But sometimes; just sometimes everything around me falls apart. Everyday I wake up and guess what is the first thought I think of?

You.

Hitting the bed and guess who is on my mind?

You.

I am so hopelessly and pathetically in love with you that sometimes I hate myself for it. For loving you so much. For making your life so miserable. But not anymore, right? You are happier without me. You are better off without me. It hurts. It hurts so bad that sometimes it is impossible for me to breathe. But it passes away slowly. And then I accept fate. I understand. I just wish you never went so far away from me. I wish I could have held on to you a little longer. But there are so many things that I wish and so little time. I know I will not ever be able to fall in love ever again. I do not have anymore left in me. I know I can never depend on anyone ever again. I know I can never tell anyone how alone and lonely I am. I know I can never share my thoughts with anyone ever again because nobody would understand me ever again. I did not call you because I needed you. If that were the reason, I would call you every second of the day. Or maybe I did. I am not sure now.

Right now all I want to do is come sit with you and see you. Hear you talk and laugh and tell your jokes that can make me laugh even when I am crying.