Fragments of a Broken Heart - The Hearts Quite Cries

Under the Weight of What Could Have Been

I sit by the window, watching the rain cascade down the glass. It's been days since I last saw the sun, and the gray sky seems to reflect the emptiness inside me. The world outside is a blur, and so is my mind, filled with memories I can't seem to escape.

I thought I could handle this. I told myself that moving on would be easy, that I could simply redirect my focus, fill my days with distractions and busywork. But every time I stop, every time the noise fades, the pain come rushing back.

I remember the day we first met. The way you smiled at me, like you saw something special that no one else did. I was drawn to you, not just because of your charm, but because you made me feel seen, understood. I let myself fall, let myself believe in something real. But now, with you gone, the echoes of our laughter and the warmth of your touch seem like a distant dream.

At night, when the world is quiet and the rain taps softly against the window, that's when my heart cries the loudest. There are the whispers of regret and sorrow, the reminders of the love I let slip away. I replay our moments together over and over, trying to find where I went wrong, wishing I could turn back time.

I remember the last conversation we had, the one where we both tried to pretend everything was okay. You smiled and told me you were fine, and I did the same. We both knew it was a lie, but we wanted to believe in the illusion of normalcy. I didn't realize then how final those moments were, how they marked the end of something beautiful.

I've tried to move on, to fill the space you left with new faces and new places, but nothing can replace the pain of a heart that misses its other half. I've learned to live with the emptiness, to carry on with a facade of strength, but underneath it all, the ache remains.

So here I am, by the window, listening to the rain, and letting my heart be heard. It's a painful solace, but it's the only way I know how to cope with the loss. I wish you could hear them too, understand the depth of my regret and the sincerity of my sorrow.

As the rain continues to fall, I close my eyes and let the tears blend with the drops on the glass.