The End of our story
Six months ago, I had a girl who used to love me more than anything in the world. But now she lets other guys flirt with her and doesn’t even think about me anymore. Think? She hates me now.
Every time I talk to her, she shouts at me. She screams. She cuts the call without a second thought.
Where is the sweet girl that I met?
I’m not going to talk about the mistakes we made in the past. They were traumatic enough, and I don’t want to relive them right now. But they played an important role in our breakup.
I became controlling. I didn’t let her live her life the way she wanted. I know what I did was wrong, and I hate myself for it. But I also know that I used to keep her happy. Anyone could see it. She smiled, she laughed, and we made memories together.
She might think everything I ever said to her was a lie because of the mistakes I made, but I know one thing for sure—I loved her for real.
And I still do.
I would do anything to have her back.
But now she’s talking to other guys. She admitted it herself. She lets them flirt with her and maybe even flirts back sometimes.
It hurts.
It hurts so much that I don’t even know how to deal with it.
I’ve tried talking to different people, but nothing takes my mind off her. I just can’t stop thinking about her.
I don’t know how I still love her after everything that has happened. After everything she has done these past few days, knowing it would break me completely.
It doesn’t make sense anymore.
She might not believe it, but it’s true. No matter how much she hurts me, I still love her.
It’s not only that I need her or want her. I love her, and that’s why I want to be with her.
I don’t see Ava anymore. The way she talks to me now, the way she treats me now—I don’t recognize her.
What hurts even more is that a random guy came into her life and suddenly had all her attention.
She told me he was flirting with her. He insisted on paying their bills, and she let him. Then she went out with him alone. He dropped her home and hugged her before leaving.
My girl.
Or at least that’s how I still thought of her.
I burned from the inside.
Even if we were broken up, I still loved her.
Come on.
She was still the girl I used to say “I love you” to every night before going to sleep.
I don’t care about any of those things anymore. If she would just come back and comfort me, I would forgive everything.
I just want her back.
I want a fresh start with her in my life again.
But she isn’t ready to accept that.
The mistakes I made were bad. Pretty bad.
But there were good times too.
I just want her to remember the good times we had together.
I don’t know what she’s thinking anymore.
I don’t know what she’s doing anymore.
She changed all her social media passwords. She barely texts me. Most of the time she replies with a single word after I spend minutes writing long messages.
It hurts trying so hard just to talk to her while another guy gets to spend time with her, laugh with her, and make memories with her without even trying.
I told her how insecure I felt about him.
And somehow she ended up talking to him even more.
Whatever.
I can’t really blame her.
Maybe she deserves a better man.
I just wanted her to wait for me while I became that better person.
The guy is good-looking too. Better-looking than me.
He pays for her meals.
He takes her to nice places.
I don’t think I could ever take Ava on expensive dates.
All I could do was walk beside her, eat street food with her, and sit together in a park.
And honestly, those were some of the happiest moments of my life.
Maybe that’s why part of me is happy for her.
She’s getting the princess treatment she deserves.
I always hoped I would be the one giving her that treatment one day.
Instead, I made things worse.
I fought with her.
I controlled her.
I was afraid she would leave me.
And maybe that’s exactly what pushed her away.
Ethan is better than me in almost every way.
But I wanted to become better than him.
Not because I hated him.
Because I wanted Ava to choose me again.
Her friends had already started shipping them together.
I wanted them to ship her with me.
I wanted another chance.
I wanted to become a better person, not only for myself but because I wanted to make her happy.
That was always my dream.
A successful future together.
Marriage one day.
A dog.
And maybe a small, cute version of ourselves running around the house.
I regret my mistakes.
I regret them every day.
I just wanted one chance to make things right.
One chance to make her happy again.
I didn’t want her to hate me.
Because she was my entire world.
After Emma, I was traumatized.
I was scared to open up to anyone.
Then Ava came into my life like an angel.
She made me feel safe.
And somehow I opened up to her.
We got close so quickly.
And before I knew it, I loved her more than anything.
Now seeing her with another guy feels like a nightmare.
The day she told me she went out with him alone, I froze.
It felt unreal.
Like I was trapped inside a nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from.
And even now, I still feel trapped in it.
I still have her cards.
Her hair tie.
Her shirt.
Everything reminds me of her.
Maybe it’s impossible, but sometimes her hair tie still smells like her.
It smells like the Ava I fell in love with.
The Ava who once loved me more than anything in the world.
Is it really too much to ask for her to come back?
We promised each other that no matter what happened, we would stay together.
If I fell into darkness, she would be my light.
If she fell into darkness, I would be hers.
What is the point of love if we don’t forgive, heal, and grow together?
I’ll never forget the day we met.
November 4th.
Sitting in a park.
Comforting each other.
Hugging each other.
Crying together.
Letting everything out.
That will always be my favorite memory.
No memory can replace it.
Whenever I think about us, I think about the song “Samjhawan.”
It feels like our song.
Sometimes I listen to it while looking through our old photos.
All those memories.
All those moments.
I refuse to forget them just because we also made mistakes.
I loved her.
I still love her.
And I don’t think I’ll ever stop.
I wanted to hug her again.
I wanted her to play with my hair like she used to.
I wanted her to comfort me while I cried.
I wanted us to heal together.
I always included her in every prayer I made.
Every single one.
And I can say this with complete honesty:
No one will ever love her the way I did.
Maybe someone else can take her to better places.
Maybe someone else can buy her nicer things.
But I loved her with everything I had.
And if I could have given her the world, I would have.
I truly would have.
Then one day, she blocked me.
Just like that.
No more messages.
No more calls.
No more chances.
And that’s when I finally understood.
This was the end of our story.
Maybe she wasn’t coming back.
Maybe she had already moved on.
Maybe I was the only one still holding onto a future that no longer existed.
But even then, I couldn’t hate her.
Because some people leave your life, but they never really leave your heart.
And no matter how much time passes, a part of me will always remember the girl who sat beside me in a park on November 4th and made me believe that I was safe enough to love again.She will always be my little princess. To know about how much i loved Ava you need to know where it all began....
