“Love is short, but forgetting is long.”

I still remember the day when we saw each other on a video call after we flirted for a while. I thought you'd dump me because I’m insecure about my looks, but you didn’t. Instead, you gave me a warm smile and a thumbs up, giving me the signal that you like me too. LDR isn’t my thing, but you gave me the assurance that we would meet and we'd make it happen.

Days passed full of happiness, sweetness, and assurance from both of us, and after some time, you asked me to be your official boyfriend, and I said yes without hesitation.

For some reason, after we became official, days became dull. Small arguments are frequent. Our plans became false promises.

One day, you told me that this wouldn’t work. I begged for you to stay while I apologized for unknown things that I might have done. You listened, but the warmth isn’t there anymore. I’m hoping that you wont forget our plans and your promises.

Days became more dull and lifeless as you called me again and attempted to break our relationship again for the second time. You insisted, and I felt powerless. This made me realize that I’ve been degrading myself by begging for your love. And at the end of the call, I was glad that I chose myself for the first time.

Thank you for breaking my heart. I learned how to let things go that are out of my control, and most importantly, I learned to respect, choose, and love myself.

This message has been sitting around in my notes for months now. I chose to post it as part of my moving on phase. I hope you’re happy with your new partner.