Weeks passed. I threw myself into work. I tried to forget her, tried to forget us. But the more I tried to bury it, the more the memories came flooding back. The sound of her laugh. The way she looked at me when I said her name. The quiet moments we shared that I couldn’t replicate with anyone else.
I missed her. I still loved her. But I couldn’t give her what she needed.
I wasn’t enough. And maybe I never would be.
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A Different View
Short Story"A Different View" tells the emotional journey of Zayne, a man torn between love and his inner struggles. After meeting someone online and quickly falling in love, Zayne finds himself overwhelmed by his own mental health battles-depression, fear, an...
