I’m 20 now, and I met my ex when I was 15. She was my first love and my first everything. We were together for about a year, but after we broke up we were on and off for another couple of years. A lot happened between us during that time. It became extremely toxic and painful, but we genuinely loved each other and kept trying to make it work.
Eventually, things got so bad that we stopped speaking completely. It’s been about a year since we last spoke, and I genuinely thought I had moved on. She has another boyfriend now, and I have feelings for someone else. I don’t want to get back together with her and I don’t want to disrupt her life. I genuinely know that relationship is over.
But recently I started reading through our old messages from when we were together and after we broke up. I had read some of them before, but I’d never properly sat down and gone through everything and actually processed it.
And honestly, it has completely fucked with me emotionally.
It feels like I’m living it all again.
I can remember individual days so vividly. I can see us gradually falling in love through the messages. I can see the stupid conversations, the jokes, the way we spoke to each other, the happiness we had. Then I can literally watch it change. I can see where things started going wrong, where we started hurting each other, where the relationship became something completely different.
And the weirdest thing is that I’m feeling all of this while knowing I don’t want her back.
I’m happy remembering some of it. I smile at the messages. I feel grateful that I experienced it. But I also feel incredibly sad. Sometimes I get this horrible feeling in my stomach and it genuinely feels like I’m breaking up with her again.
I think part of it is because I never actually got to process the breakup properly the first time.
The breakup itself was messy and the years afterwards were even messier. I spent a long time angry at her and feeling betrayed by things that happened. I was young and I couldn’t understand why someone could love me so much and still decide that we couldn’t be together.
Looking back now, at 20, I understand it differently.
I can see that we were both young. We both made mistakes. We both hurt each other. We both tried to fix things in our own ways. There were moments where we genuinely still loved each other but the relationship just wasn’t the same anymore.
I can finally understand things she said back then that I couldn’t understand because I was so clouded by anger and hurt.
And that’s probably the biggest thing that’s changed.
I don’t really feel angry at her anymore.
I actually forgive her. And I forgive myself too.
The part that hurts the most isn’t even that she’s with someone else. It’s the fact that someone who was once one of the most important people in my entire life is now a stranger. At one point we knew everything about each other. Now I don’t know the slightest thing about her life and she doesn’t know mine.
She once said to me, “It’s scary because to think one day I will forget your voice and we will genuinely not speak again.”
At the time that felt impossible.
And now it’s literally happened. I don’t remember her voice anymore.
That’s what makes it feel so final.
I think I’m finally realising that I don’t actually miss the relationship. I miss what that period of my life meant to me. I miss who I was then. I miss the innocence of being young and genuinely just being happy with someone I loved.
That first year with her was probably the best year of my life so far.
And I don’t feel ashamed saying that.
I’m actually grateful it happened.
I don’t want to erase it. I’ve put all the old pictures and messages into a folder because I know I’d regret deleting everything. I don’t want to destroy the memories. I just want to put them somewhere and let them belong to the past.
It feels like I’m saying goodbye to that chapter properly for the first time.
Like the first breakup never really gave me a chance to grieve because there was so much chaos afterwards. Now I’m older, I understand what happened, and I can finally look at the whole story rather than just the parts that hurt me.
It’s almost like I’m breaking up with her again, except this time I’m doing it peacefully.
I’m sad because it really is over.
But I’m also happy because it happened.
And I think that’s the strangest part.
I don’t want her back. I don’t want to contact her. I don’t want to change the life either of us has now.
I just finally want to let the memories exist without anger attached to them.