A love that I once knew ; you

It’s strange to think about someone you once loved. The memories are bittersweet, tinged with nostalgia for moments long past. When I think about you, I don’t just think of the happy days, but also of how those moments shaped me into the person I am today. Love, like all experiences, is full of contradictions – sweet yet painful, fleeting yet lasting.

There was a time when she and I shared a deep bond. I remember how we laughed together, how our plans felt like dreams just waiting to come true. There was a magic in the small moments – late-night talks. Those are the memories that stay with me, and I hold them close, even as time moves forward.

But as all relationships do, we encountered challenges. At first, it was the little things – misunderstandings, differing goals – but over time, those small things grew larger, until we were trying to change each other instead of growing together. It took me a long time to realize that love doesn’t mean molding someone to fit your ideal; it means accepting them as they are. That lesson, painful as it was, has stuck with me.

Our relationship eventually ended, and for a while, it felt like the end of everything. But as I sit here now, I see it for what it was – an important chapter in my life, one that helped me understand not just love, but the importance of self-love and growth.

I am grateful for the love we shared, for the person I was because of it. I’ve learned that love doesn’t always look the way we imagine it will, but that doesn’t make it any less valuable.

Now, I’m focused on the future. I’m learning to love myself more, to be true to my own heart.

To anyone who’s loved and lost, I want to say: it’s okay. The love you gave was not in vain.