You think love's easy? Bullshit.
First love's not a sweet memory—it's a war zone. You met him at 11, became lovers at 17, and now you're both left with scars that won't heal. The real problem? You kept coming back to the battlefield knowing the outcome would be the same every damn time.
Respect? Nah—He Built A Kingdom Around You
He didn't just treat you well—he created a goddamn empire where you were the only citizen. Told you how beautiful you were like a CEO praising stockholders. Supported you through eating disorders? That wasn't kindness—it was building bridges to a throne he thought you'd sit on forever. But you were never his queen. You were his project.
Independence Is Your First Knife To Pull Out
Breaking up after 3 years wasn't a mistake—it was your gut saying "enough." You fought to find yourself before sinking into a relationship like it was your coffin. But then you let your fear run back and crawl into that coffin. Now you're stuck half-dead, wondering why you can't commit to either survival or surrender.
Dopamine Hijacked Your Brain—Call It What It Was
That girl who "needs to explore being single" is your brain chemically wired to chase novelty. Flirting with other boys isn't freedom—it's your dopamine receptors turning you into a junkie. You don't want to know who you are. You want to feel wanted by everyone but settle for no one.
He's Not "Everything"—He's Your Ghost
He said he found his person in you. That's not commitment. That's your ghost trying to haunt a future you never chose. He's not your "person"—he's an old wound keeping you from healing. And every time you sleep with him, you're just feeding the zombie. You're not in love. You're in denial.
Breaking His Heart Once Was Enough
You think love is about making someone suffer until they can't suffer anymore. But here's the truth: he won. You lost. You broke his heart twice, and now he's finally closing the gate on you. Smart man. Don't blame yourself—blame the part of you that thought love was a game of chicken.
You're Not Processing Grief—You're Stuck In Denial
That love letter you wrote? It wasn't from your heart. It was your traumatized brain trying to relive a video game level you lost. You want to fight for him because it's easier than facing the fact that he stopped choosing you long ago. Real love isn't about "fixing" what broke—it's about burning the map when the territory changes.
There Is No "Right" Answer—Only Survival
People waste decades trying to make first love work. Why? Because they're too weak to accept that sometimes love ends because you've outgrown each other like shoes you outgrow. You don't need to be sure. You need to kill your doubts like they're hostile territory. Ask yourself: is this man a part of who you are—or a relic holding you back from becoming who you could be?
Let Go Like You're Cutting Off a Limb Infected With Rot
Your gut keeps fighting you. That's because your mind never trusted your gut in the first place. The truth? You let this die because you knew in your bones he wasn't your future. Now you have to act like a soldier cutting a poisoned limb. No hesitation. No looking back. You want him? Fine. But you'll live half a life. You want freedom? Let him burn. The rest of the world will hate you for it. So what?
This Is How Grown-Up Love Starts
Real love isn't about choosing someone because they made you feel special. It's about choosing someone who survives the person you're growing into. You've already chosen that you're done letting ghosts control your life. The final truth? He's not the man you were meant for. You already knew that. Your job now is making your heart believe something your gut understood years ago: sometimes the bravest move is to walk away from the only thing keeping you from becoming a legend of your own story.