We began the way so many modern stories do, just chatting. Two people living on opposite sides of the Atlantic, drawn into each other’s days through messages that slowly turned into hours of conversation. You were in New York, I was in London. Months of daily FaceTimes followed, full of laughter, flirtation, and the kind of connection that made the distance feel temporarily non existent. In M...

He was the love of my life, in 7 short months we, or as I found out just I, had fallen so deeply in love that our future seemed an easily walkable path. We discussed the future, the names of our children which only existed in the sparkle of our eyes. This is the flat we planned to move in together in September, this is the flat where we hugged in solemn silence, knowing it was all over. It came...

This is a part in my personal journal that I am choosing to share, I think it captured my heartbreak well. I wrote this after finding out that my boyfriend was lusting over women in is past again. After two months of crying and embarrassingly begging him to stop and choose me, which he did or so I thought, this had ruined a lot of things for us. Trust was gone, my self-image was gone, every com...