I still trace the features of your face in my daydreams. And no amount of therapy, self-help books, or healing feels quite enough to fill the hollow you left in my heart. It’s not even an anger — but the realization that even after seven months, after my life took turns I never expected, after I got better, and after everything suddenly became a little lighter — I miss you. Not in a selfish w...

"Love After the Wreckage" After the heartache you caused me, I still chose to love you. I held on—through the silence, through the shattered trust, through the nights I cried myself to sleep wondering if I wasn’t enough. I believed you when you whispered, "I love you too," even after the affair. I believed you when you said you could change. And somehow, I still believe you. Eight years have...

We first met in middle school, we dated for a year then broke up when she went to high school, I was going into the 8th grade. While we weren't together, we were dating separate people, but we stayed friends and would always be on facetime. Eventually we got back together, we were together for a while but called it quits over silly things. But while we weren't together, we couldn’t stay out of ...