In love with the wrong guy

Perhaps this was what needed to occur, in hindsight. Him not texting me or expressing a desire to reconcile might have been a signal that I should move forward.

My friends advised me otherwise; they insisted he wasn't the right fit for me, but I was convinced he was. He was my first kiss, the first to hold my hand, the first man I truly trusted, and the first to make me smile. I could be my authentic self around him, and it's painful that we've lost that connection. Looking back, it's almost comical how I believed it would last forever.

The most significant realization, albeit too late, is that I loved him so deeply it physically ached, and I'll never truly understand his feelings. Yet, I have a nagging suspicion that he doesn't care at all.