My girlfriend and I aren’t on the same page anymore. It’s been months since we last met, even though we live only a few minutes apart. There was a time when we couldn’t go a weekend without seeing each other. Now I can barely get her to return my calls.

The thing is, I don’t think she needs me anymore—not the way she used to. I was there for her when it mattered most. I supporting her through school. When she completed, I helped her secure a good job. But now that she’s got her life in order, it’s like I’ve been erased.

She’s moved on but for some reason, she won’t say it. Instead, she leaves me to figure it out on my own.
It’s not just the distance; it’s the intimacy—or rather, the lack of it.

I can’t even remember the last time we shared a moment that felt real. And yet, this is someone I gave so much to, someone I thought I’d spend the rest of my life with. I keep asking myself, “How did it come to this?”

When I lost my job earlier this year, I needed her more than ever. But instead of standing by me, she pulled away. The timing couldn’t have been worse.

It’s one thing to lose your livelihood, but to lose the person you love at the same time? That kind of pain leaves a mark.

I’ve spent countless nights trying to make sense of it all, replaying the moments when things started to fall apart. Was it me? Was it her? Or was this bound to happen no matter what I did?

People say life teaches its hardest lessons in the most brutal ways, and I’m starting to believe them. But I’ve decided to stop letting this break me. Slowly, I’m finding my way back.

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I’ve started going to the gym, not just to get stronger but to feel alive again. I’m eating healthier. And I’m making preparations to travel.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that life has a way of removing the wrong people from your path, even when it feels like the cruelest thing in the world. And maybe, just maybe, that’s a blessing in disguise.

To anyone who’s going through something similar, know that you’re not alone. The pain won’t last forever, and neither will the loneliness.

One day, we’ll look back at these moment, not with bitterness, but with gratitude for the strength they gave us. We’ll rise again. We’ll rebuild. And when we do, we’ll be better for it.

— Yaw

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