Let me tell you a story—not just about love, but about heartbreak, about the kind of love that stays with you long after it should have faded. It’s about a friend of mine—let’s call him AJ.
It all started back in his school days. He was a simple guy, full of life and hope, the kind of boy who believed in love. And then he met her. To him, she was everything. She was laughter, light, and the promise of something real. They started spending time together, growing closer, sharing glances in the hallways, and making memories that he thought would last a lifetime.
But love isn’t always what it seems. What AJ didn’t know was that while he was falling for her, she was already seeing someone else. The truth hit him like a punch to the gut when a friend finally told him. And when he confronted her, desperate for answers, she twisted the story. She called him “toxic,” said he didn’t trust her. He was left feeling like he was the villain, the one who was ruining things.
And yet, he stayed. They fought—endless, messy fights—but somehow they never really let go. Maybe it was love. Maybe it was hope. Or maybe it was just the fear of letting go of someone who once made you feel alive.
Then college happened. She surrounded herself with new people—guys mostly. She’d go out late, hang out with them, post photos that made his heart ache. And every time he asked, she’d say, “They’re just friends. You’re overthinking it.” But he wasn’t. She was cheating, and deep down, he knew it. But he was so madly in love with her that he chose to look away.
And then, she left for studies abroad. A waited—calls, messages, silence. He held on, thinking maybe one day she’d come back, that maybe she’d realize he was the one who truly loved her. Then, out of nowhere, just before a vacation back home, she messaged him. They met. They shared moments that made him think maybe things were finally right.
But it was just for the moment. When she left again, she blocked him from everywhere—social media, calls, texts. He was left shattered. He returned all the gifts she had ever given him to her house, stood there broken, and cried like I’ve never seen anyone cry. For months—six, seven maybe—he was a shadow of himself. No sleep, no appetite, just this heavy emptiness that sat on his chest. He tried everything to contact her, but she was gone.
He tried to move on. Met other girls, dated casually. His body count climbed from one to twenty in a year. But it was never about them. They were just… distractions. His heart was still tied to her, no matter how much he tried to deny it. I could see it—the way his hands trembled when he spoke about her, the way his voice cracked.
You’d think the story would end there, right? But no.
This year, on his birthday, his phone rang. It was from an unknown number—a foreign number. And he knew. Even though she didn’t speak, even though it was just a single ring, he knew it was her. She was still there, haunting his life, reminding him that even after all she’d done, she still had that power over him.
It’s cruel, isn’t it? The way love works? You give someone your everything, and they leave, but somehow, you’re still tied to them, like invisible strings you can’t cut.
He says he hates her. He says he’s over it. But I know—if she came back today, he’d take her back in a heartbeat. Not because he’s weak. But because sometimes love isn’t about strength or logic. Sometimes, it’s about that quiet ache in your chest that refuses to fade, no matter how much you try to drown it.
And I think we’ve all been there, haven’t we? That one person who broke us so completely that we’re never quite the same again.
That’s AJ’s story. A boy who loved too much, who was broken, but who—deep down—still waits for the one who shattered him.
This was one heartbeat. One story. Now, what’s yours?
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