She turned her heartbreak into handwriting✍🏻

Have you ever been so broken that it feels like you’re dying alive?

That’s what heartbreak does, it doesn’t kill you all at once. It takes tiny pieces of you each day, until one morning, you wake up feeling like a stranger inside your own skin.

There’s a kind of silence that screams louder than any heartbreak song, the one where your thoughts echo, “Wasn’t I enough?”

You must have heard this line that says “ek tha raja, ek thi rani, koi teesra aaya khatam kahani” Have you ever watched the person you love fall in love with someone else?

And yet, your heart whispers, “I just want to see him happy,” even when his happiness feels like it’s killing you slowly.

If time was made of colors,

he would be my golden hour 

the soft, fleeting light that makes everything beautiful before it disappears.

But here’s the cruel irony:

How could he make her love herself

while teaching me to hate myself?

How could he talk to her about peaceful sleep

while stealing every bit of mine?

It’s strange, love makes you soft, but heartbreak makes you real.

I stopped checking his messages, but I couldn’t stop checking the mirror, wondering what she had that I didn’t.

Why wasn’t I her? Why wasn’t I chosen?

That day, I swear, I could hear my heart break. Slowly, truly, like something inside me cracked. I knew something inside me died that day and I spent years trying to figure out how to bury it.

He was confused, and I was sure.

Sure of what I felt.

Sure of what I lost.

And maybe, somewhere deep down, sure that love like that doesn’t come twice.

Four years of  heartbreak, panic attacks, shaking hands, and silent screams at 3 a.m. Four years of pretending I was fine even though I wasn’t. From being a complete extrovert to becoming a complete introvert I have seen it all🙂

They say, “Let it hurt until it doesn’t hurt you anymore.”

And so I did.

I let it burn, break, and bleed, until one day, it didn’t.

That morning felt different. The air was lighter. The song that once shattered me didn’t sting anymore. For the first time in years, I could think of him and not feel my chest tighten. I smiled, not because I forgot him, but because I finally remembered myself. 

Maybe healing isn’t about forgetting them, it’s about remembering yourself.

But here’s what I didn’t know back then,  heartbreak doesn’t end you.

It introduces you to yourself.

Because when there was no one left to hold me, I started holding a pen. And somehow, every word I wrote stitched a piece of me back together.

He may have left me for her,

but I found someone better -  myself.

And just when I thought the story was over, the universe decided to drop its favorite plot twist.

My phone buzzed  and there it was.

“…sent you a follow request.”😂

So if you’re reading this, and your heart still aches,

Write. Cry. Heal.

💌 To everyone who wrote instead of texting him/her again, this one’s for you.

Because one day, you’ll look back and realize you didn’t just survive it.

You turned your heartbreak into handwriting.