Heartbreak & Love
For the soft ache of lost love, unmet expectations, and the process of learning how to hold your own heart.
-
At Least It’s Some Kind of Love
I sat in silence today, staring into space, lost in a thought that slowly sank into my chest like a stone in still water. I realised I’ve never experienced a love that goes beyond what we can see. The kind of love that isn’t performative or measured by actions alone, but one that exists just because it does, just because you exist. Most of the love I’ve known served only what stood in front of the eyes. It was conditional, calculated, transactional. It showed up when I was useful, when I was easy to love, when I didn’t take up too much space. And that’s a heartbreaking realisation. To live…
-
To the One I Once Loved or Maybe Always Will
I let you go, but I never imagined I would have to let you go forever. I let you go, yet I left a home for you in my heart, keeping the light on, believing you were meant to stay. Now, the light has been blown out. The space is dark, and though I still feel your presence, you are not there. You left behind a longing wail as you moved on to build a home in someone new. That’s all I ever wanted for you—to be happy, to be loved. But I never thought it would leave this much ache in my heart. I never imagined it would build…
-
Did you have to break my heart
I barely knew you, yet it feels like I did, like I could read the rhythm of your spirit, lively and full of promise. I always imagined you knew what was best, that you reached for it with open hands, eager to make your place in this world. You fit so seamlessly with everyone around you; it was as if you had always been there, woven perfectly into the fabric of your family. Meeting you felt like rediscovering something already known, like a memory that had always lived somewhere inside me. And then, like him, you broke my heart. You were so young, with a future wide and full ahead…