I kept praying over ruins
as if broken things still returned
to the hands that loved them enough.
My eyes were swollen with hope,
my hands trembling with desperation,
and still I whispered to God,
“just one more chance…
please let this survive.”
I called it a phase.
I called it bad timing....
I called it everything
except the end.....
And then one winter evening,
a message arrived
cold enough to stop my heartbeat:
“There is no future left between us.”
In that moment,
something inside me collapsed so quietly
I swear I felt death brush past my soul.
The world blurred.
Voices faded.
My body was alive,
but I could not feel myself in it anymore.
People say heartbreak hurts,
but this was grief
the kind that buries you
while you are still breathing.
And even now,
after all this healing,
I still remember that winter day
like a nightmare
my heart never fully woke up from....
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 1:22 PM UTC
I kept praying over ruins
as if broken things still returned
to the hands that loved them enough.
My eyes were swollen with hope,
my hands trembling with desperation,
and still I whispered to God,
“just one more chance…
please let this survive.”
I called it a phase.
I called it bad timing....
I called it everything
except the end.....
And then one winter evening,
a message arrived
cold enough to stop my heartbeat:
“There is no future left between us.”
In that moment,
something inside me collapsed so quietly
I swear I felt death brush past my soul.
The world blurred.
Voices faded.
My body was alive,
but I could not feel myself in it anymore.
People say heartbreak hurts,
but this was grief
the kind that buries you
while you are still breathing.
And even now,
after all this healing,
I still remember that winter day
like a nightmare
my heart never fully woke up from....
