Broken Promises 💔Letting Go After a Decade of Love

I met him when I was 20, full of hope and excitement, believing I had found the one. Our love started like any other, sweet and effortless, growing stronger as the years went by. For a decade, we built our lives around each other. We dreamed about the future, planned our engagement, even applied for a BTO flat, imagining the home we’d one day share.

But love has a way of changing, sometimes in ways we can’t predict. What started as a fairy tale slowly turned into a slow, quiet heartbreak. I could sense something was wrong long before he admitted it. His once warm affection turned cold, he rather use his phone than talking to me even when we was out. It wasn’t sudden—it was like watching the colors fade from a beautiful painting. He hadn’t been faithful, not in the physical sense, but in the way that cuts deeper: emotionally. He had begun confiding in someone else, sharing parts of his heart that were once mine.

When he finally told me, he said he didn’t know how to love me anymore. He had fallen out of love, as if love were something you could misplace like a set of keys. I wanted to hate him for it, to blame him for letting go so easily. But part of me understood. The distance between us, both emotional and physical, had quietly unraveled the bond we once held so tight. It was the feeling that made us strangers.

He called off the engagement, canceled the plans for our BTO. It felt like watching the life we had built crumble before my eyes. The dreams we had shared for a decade were gone, just like that. The bitterness we tasted as we tried to salvage what remained of our love was almost too much to bear. We went through the motions, but it was clear that love was no longer enough. We were just holding on to a memory.

Learning to let go was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. The yearning for what could have been was like an ache in my chest. The future we once imagined seemed so real, so close, and now I had to accept that it would never come true. I clung to the faith we had, the belief that we were meant to be, but even that began to slip away. The faith we had built our love on was now just a memory, one I couldn’t easily forget.

From a distance, I still admired him, the person I once loved so deeply. But he was no longer mine. I had to admire him from afar, as a stranger I used to know. The admiration was tinged with sadness, a reminder of the man he used to be, the man who once loved me with all his heart. Now, he belonged to someone else, emotionally at least, and I had to accept that.

The distance between us left me feeling lost, like I was wandering through a life that no longer fit me. The love I had depended on for so long was gone, and without it, I didn’t know who I was anymore. I missed him, or maybe I just missed the version of him that used to love me. The version of us that was filled with hope and dreams.

In the end, I learned that sometimes, love doesn’t last forever. It can fade, slip away, or be given to someone else. But through the heartbreak, I also learned that I could let go. It wasn’t easy, but I found the strength to release the past and make room for something new, even if I didn’t know what that was yet. The love we had may be over, but the lessons it taught me will stay with me forever.

Anyone went through similar experience also? 🥺

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