You got me thinking about the break up, that pain that you think will never end, its friggin agony. Your friends say that to get over someone is to get under someone. So the next person comes along, and they are nice, they look great, but nothing, no "chemistry" you don't feel anything, no heart missing a beat, nothing. We really do not choose who we fall in love with, that is the job of the universe, and it's unexplainable.
"fearing that the parts of me he once cherished have already slipped away, buried in a past he no longer revisits. But maybe they haven’t completely slipped away. We never really know."
This is such a captivating line.
I just came across your page and I love your writing. Very well done! Got a new sub :)
Oh my god this just reopened my own wound from my now not so recent breakup. It’s been 3 months and I still find our Sunday dates in every piece of writing I make and everything I read. It’s finally getting easier though. Great post 🫶
This is a great post; I've thought about how absurd it is that you go from the most intimate one can be with another human to perfect strangers. Sometimes it happens abruptly, sometimes softly, sometimes violently, sometimes predictably. And even if it wasn't meant to be, "it was time", etc. the tragedy remains: the change from lovers to nothing. Night and day difference. Hard to wrap your mind around when you're "in it". thank you for sharing this <3
As someone currently reeling from a breakup being rehashed six months down the line (not by me, but by discovering my ex who I was on very good terms with after an amicable breakup has not only been sleeping with a friend of mine, but that potentially they’d been doing so since our breakup and almost undoubtedly cheating at the very least emotionally for the last two years of my six year relationship) - this hit hard and hit perfectly. I’m suddenly listless, cut off, blocked, heartbroken, betrayed by both of them, shattered, rethinking everything I ever thought about us but also the about the breakup. Until three weeks ago I still would’ve helped him bury a body, if he’d asked. It’s so strange. The keepers of all each others secrets to strangers. Just like that. I’m yet to bump into him by chance but it’ll happen. I live 2 minutes from his house. At some point in my lovely little neighborhood we did so much growing in together, he will see me and pretend not to know me. And it’ll feel like another stab to my heart.
The way you brought the words to life on the page is so beautiful. You explained the suffocating and unexplainable feelings so articulately. You are so talented and this is a wonderful piece. Thank you for sharing this 💕
You got me thinking about the break up, that pain that you think will never end, its friggin agony. Your friends say that to get over someone is to get under someone. So the next person comes along, and they are nice, they look great, but nothing, no "chemistry" you don't feel anything, no heart missing a beat, nothing. We really do not choose who we fall in love with, that is the job of the universe, and it's unexplainable.
Wow, this was truly amazing!
"fearing that the parts of me he once cherished have already slipped away, buried in a past he no longer revisits. But maybe they haven’t completely slipped away. We never really know."
This is such a captivating line.
I just came across your page and I love your writing. Very well done! Got a new sub :)
this feeling can never be felt again with any other person, which makes it more sadder.
Oh my god this just reopened my own wound from my now not so recent breakup. It’s been 3 months and I still find our Sunday dates in every piece of writing I make and everything I read. It’s finally getting easier though. Great post 🫶
this was written so beautifully :)
A pheobe fan on substack? can life get any better?
It’s never truly over, is it? This is beautiful!
This is a great post; I've thought about how absurd it is that you go from the most intimate one can be with another human to perfect strangers. Sometimes it happens abruptly, sometimes softly, sometimes violently, sometimes predictably. And even if it wasn't meant to be, "it was time", etc. the tragedy remains: the change from lovers to nothing. Night and day difference. Hard to wrap your mind around when you're "in it". thank you for sharing this <3
As someone currently reeling from a breakup being rehashed six months down the line (not by me, but by discovering my ex who I was on very good terms with after an amicable breakup has not only been sleeping with a friend of mine, but that potentially they’d been doing so since our breakup and almost undoubtedly cheating at the very least emotionally for the last two years of my six year relationship) - this hit hard and hit perfectly. I’m suddenly listless, cut off, blocked, heartbroken, betrayed by both of them, shattered, rethinking everything I ever thought about us but also the about the breakup. Until three weeks ago I still would’ve helped him bury a body, if he’d asked. It’s so strange. The keepers of all each others secrets to strangers. Just like that. I’m yet to bump into him by chance but it’ll happen. I live 2 minutes from his house. At some point in my lovely little neighborhood we did so much growing in together, he will see me and pretend not to know me. And it’ll feel like another stab to my heart.
Tears. So grateful to have found your writing.
felt every line given mine happened four months ago- loved this piece
The way you brought the words to life on the page is so beautiful. You explained the suffocating and unexplainable feelings so articulately. You are so talented and this is a wonderful piece. Thank you for sharing this 💕
The repeated cycle as needed
This broke my heart all over again
you write about past memories of yours so so well, like the emotions you feel are very clearly portrayed. an incredible piece amanda!!