Could you be lying awake for months, sleepless, while the person you
loved is looking into someone else’s eyes, telling them the same words
they once told you? Yes, it’s possible.
Could you be just ten minutes away, unable to see them, unable to stop
thinking about them—while they don’t even spare a thought for you? Yes,
it’s possible.
Could the person who once swore they would love you no matter what watch
you suffer, watch you lose everything, and still not care enough to do
anything about it? Yes, it’s possible.
In a moment of despair, you are on the edge. You are doing something to
hurt yourself. You are reaching for the pills, ready to swallow them.
You are driving recklessly, hoping to crash. Maybe you’ve already tried
to end it. And the question is: at that exact moment, could the person
who once said they cared about you not care at all anymore? Could they
be sitting with someone else, laughing over drinks, talking about the
most meaningless things? Yes. Please believe me—it’s too fucking
possible.
Could the person who, for years, told you how important you were, how
loved and irreplaceable you were, how life felt different with you, how
you were the only home they ever wanted—could this person now see you as
nothing? As if you never existed? Yes, it’s painful, but it’s
possible.
Could you be losing weight, losing your job, losing everything you
worked for years to build—while the person you loved most, the person
who once claimed to love you most, is somewhere else, laughing with
someone new, making plans for a future with them, without a trace of
sadness or regret? Yes, it’s possible.
And do you know what’s even worse?
Your favorite person knows exactly what you’re going through, but they
don’t care enough to change it. They don’t even care to see you, because
they know they could, anytime they wanted. There is no urgency for them
to call, no impulse to tell you they miss you, while you search for
their face in every crowd, hoping—just hoping—to see them one last
time.
Imagine the worst thing that could be happening to you right now. They
know it. And still, they do nothing. Because someone else is giving them
what they want. Because for a while, you couldn’t. And that was enough
for them to move on. Love like that isn’t real. If you want to know how
someone truly loves you, watch how they act when things fall apart.
You’ll be surprised—believe me.
And yes, I know it hurts. But pain is like salt on an open wound. You
have to let it burn until there’s nothing left to feel. Only then—when
every last piece of you has been broken apart and rebuilt—will the
person who destroyed you become nothing more than a ghost in your
memory.
You know that stab in your chest? Take the knife out and stab yourself
again, right into the wound and twist the knife. Feel every ounce of
pain. Not to destroy yourself, but to make sure that when they
return—when they stand before you, searching your eyes for the person
they left behind—all they find is a dead stare.