solan_yaa
She lived quietly-in sketches, half-baked dreams, and a room that felt safer than the world outside. An introvert who learned early how to hide her emotions, she mastered the art of appearing strong while never truly being seen. Love wasn't something she understood-until she lost it.
When he left, on a day meant for devotion and endings, her world shattered in silence. No dramatic goodbyes. Just absence. Just waiting. Just the slow realization that some goodbyes don't come with closure.
What followed were months of pretending, of forcing strength, of learning how to choose herself after everything she loved slipped away-dreams, people, versions of who she thought she'd be.
But loss has a strange way of revealing truth.
This is not a story about heartbreak alone.
It's about rediscovery.
About the quiet miracle of finding yourself after losing everything else.
When He Left, I Found Myself - "the end of him was the beginning of her ".