She sat there, staring into space, reminiscing the days when they used to be together. How they would talk for hours about everything and anything, how they would laugh at each other's jokes, and how they would hold each other's hand without any worries. But they drifted apart, slowly and silently, until they were no longer together.
Now, looking back, she realized how much she missed him. The way he would make her feel special, the way he would understand her without any explanation, and the way he would look at her with so much love in his eyes. But all of it was gone, leaving her with emptiness and regrets.
She wondered if he ever thought about her, if he ever missed her like she did. Did he ever regret letting her go? Or did he find someone else who made him forget about her? These thoughts haunted her, making it hard for her to move on.
Despite the pain, she knew that she had to accept reality. That they were no longer meant to be together, and they had to move on with their lives. But the memories lingered on, reminding her of what could have been. It was like a scar that never healed, reminding her of the love she lost.
The nights were the hardest for her. As she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, she would think about all the times they shared together. She would remember the good times, but also the bad, the tears she cried, the words she regretted saying, and the fights they had. But even with all the pain, she wished he was laying beside her, holding her close, just like before.
She found comfort in her friends, who stood by her through thick and thin. They listened to her, comforted her, and made her laugh, even when she felt like crying. They helped her understand that love was not only about being with someone who made her happy, but also about loving herself, and being happy on her own.
And so, she slowly learned to let go of the past, and embrace the present. It wasn't easy, but she knew it was the right thing to do. She started to appreciate the little things in life, like the sunsets, the stars at night, and the sound of birds chirping in the morning.
Looking back, she realized that love was not only about being happy, but also about learning from the pain and growing stronger. And so, she smiled, accepting that she had loved and lost, but also that she had learned and grown. For sometimes, the greatest love story is the one where we learn to love ourselves.