I deleted his pics from my mobile but...

2024 was supposed to be a year of new beginnings for me—a fresh start, a chance to build something beautiful. And in the beginning, it was just that. There was love, laughter, and moments that felt like they would last forever. But as I sit here now, those once beautiful memories have turned into hurtful reminders of what I’ve lost.

I’ve deleted the pictures. I emptied the recycle bin. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t erase the memories that replay in my mind like they just happened yesterday. The way he smiled, the warmth of his hand, the small talks that seemed so trivial back then but feel so significant now. They linger, haunting me in the quiet moments.

We had good times, I won’t deny that. There were moments when I truly believed that no matter how many problems we faced, we would make it through. I convinced myself that love was enough, that it would always be enough. But it wasn’t. In the end, it took just one “no” from me to end everything. One word, and it was all gone.

I keep asking myself, was it worth it? Was all the pain, the sleepless nights, the tears… worth the moments of happiness we shared? It’s hard to tell right now. It’s hard to see past the hurt, to remember the good without feeling the sting of how it all ended.

There was no real try. No genuine effort to fix what was broken. That’s what hurts the most. We could’ve had a chance, but instead, it felt like we were just waiting for the inevitable end. And now that it’s over, I can’t help but wish I never ventured down this lane of love. I wish I had stayed away from something that promised so much but delivered so little in the end.

They say love is kind. But for me, love has been anything but. It’s been a series of heartaches, of moments where I thought I had found something real, only to have it slip through my fingers. And now, all that’s left are the memories—once beautiful, now painful—of a time that could have been something more. But wasn’t.