Grieve the Illusion

Last week someone asked me if I missed you
And for a moment, I didn't know how to answer

Because the truth is I don't think I ever really know you
Not fully.. Not honestly..

Now I realized I do not miss you.
I miss the version of you I created
The one I held onto through red flags, long silences, and broken promises
The version of you I convinced myself was real
Because letting go felt hardwr than pretending

No, you didn't break my heart
You just broke the illusion
The story I was writing in my head
while ignoring the one you showed me
with your actions

 I kept telling myself you just needed time
That if I love you harder, if I wait longer,
if I stay softer, you will show up the way I need

But you didn't change
You just revealed
And somewhere deep down
I think I always knew

So no, I don't miss you
I miss the fantasy,
the story I imagined,
the version of love I thought I was finally getting

Maybe the heartbreak is..
realizing I was never actually in love with you
I was in love with the person you let me believe you were


Her, May 10, 2026