Three months

 From Dangela

Three months after he left, I was still aching for him.

I told my therapist, "I think we had something real. I don't know how to let it go."

She paused and said something I'll never forget:

"You don't miss him. You miss the version of him that never existed."

And somehow, that hurt even more.

Because, I realized that I was grieving the potential, the promises, the tenderness, and the future I created in my mind - not the reality I actually lived through.

Sometimes the hardest part of heartbreak is accepting that the person you loved was mostly made from hope, not consistency.

Three months after he left, I was 

still aching for him.

I told my therapist: "I think we had

something real. I don't know how

to let go."

She paused and said something I'll

never forget:

"You don't miss him. You miss the

version of him that never existed."