That’s it. It’s over. The shutting sound of the door, a lock of the key, the soft sound of something closing and the quiet footsteps that follow it...they’re gone.
They’re gone and they’re never coming back.
You look around at an empty apartment. The kind of apartment you had always thought would belong to you both rather than just you.
The place where he kept his favorite books, the emptiness where his coats used to be, that bad paint job done during a drunken night when you both realized your landlord was going to kill you for ruining the wall.
All of those are just memories now.
Highs and lows and the points where you looked at each other and thought, “This is it. This is forever. This is never going to change. We have something real between us and we would never give up on one another.”
One day it happened. Someone began to lose hope whilst the other sensed it. Someone began to distance themselves whilst the other watched helplessly from the corner, wishing, wanting, praying for them to return.
Forever fell away as he packed everything you owned and left the apartment you called yours.
You're still in love. You're left with the heartache, the memories, the goodbyes, even though you did nothing wrong. Remeber this: There is absolutely no fault, no defect, no problem in your love.
This was not your fault. This was no one’s fault. The universe just never intended it to be. And one day, when you finally meet the person you are meant to spend your life with, you will understand why, but for right now, please, do not blame yourself.
Don’t look at all the things you have done wrong and things, “My God, why has this happened to me, why did I lose the one person I loved most in the world. How could this be?”
Through all the pain, remember you had a life long before they came along.
Remember that before their hurricane of love overtook your life, you were an individual living your life. And I know that standing in the aftermath of a quiet apartment, in the aftermath of this heart-wrenching breakup, it seems like you will never ever get there again, but you will.
Slowly, you will pick up the shattered pieces from the floor. Slowly, you will fill the empty places they left with things that YOU love. You are complete. With them, without them, never having had them.
Even though they have taken your entire universe with them; you are complete.