I looked at myself today
for a little too long.
And for the first time…
I didn't recognize
the person staring back.
My eyes look tired now.
Not sleepy.
Just tired.
Like they've been carrying
too much for too long.
I don't laugh the same.
I don't talk the same.
I don't even listen
the same way anymore.
Everything feels quieter inside me.
Like somewhere
between losing you
and trying to survive it…
I lost parts of myself too.
The old me
used to get excited
about small things.
Late night calls.
Favorite songs.
The future.
Now I just sit there
pretending I'm okay
because it's easier
than explaining
why I'm not.
And maybe that's
what heartbreak really does.
It doesn't just take
the person you loved.
It takes
the version of you
that existed
when they were there.