A Love That Has Nowhere To Go

Heartbreak hurts because it unalives you

while still asking you to keep breathing.

“Move on” — and maturing is realizing

it is neither easy

nor something you do once and you’re done.

And when you’re convinced you’ve moved on,

seeing them suddenly becomes a trigger.

Self-erasure, desperation, guilt,

and a heavy heart

all hit like a strong force,

jolting you to tears — again.

“Maybes” and “what ifs,”

with a side of self-judgment —

but maybe

there just wasn’t alignment.

Unanswered questions.

Leftover love.

Unspoken banter.

No daily updates.

No check-ins.

Just you and a heavy heart

grieving possible outcomes,

a routine,

a future,

and a version of yourself

that once was.

And what are you left with?

Sometimes it’s just the breeze carrying their perfume.

Sometimes it’s a smirk from a distance.

Sometimes it’s nothing at all —

and everything.

And then one day,

you leave your city because it hurts

and everything reminds you of them.

Maybe there is no 100% healing,

only acceptance —

the kind that teaches you

how to love wholly from a distance.

Maybe you won’t speak anymore,

but they’ll still be your last thought before sleep.

And maybe you’ll love again,

but they’ll always have a place in your heart —

a space only they ever filled.

Beyond the hurt,

you learn patience.

You learn how to love.

You learn acceptance.

And you learn to show up —

because beyond loving a person,

the self comes first.

Maybe healing isn’t forgetting.

Maybe it’s learning how to carry the memory

without letting it break you.

And maybe that, too,

is a kind of love.