At 19, I didn’t expect that a relationship of over two and a half years ending would hit me this hard, but it completely broke me. She wasn’t just my girlfriend—she was my best friend, my comfort, and a huge part of my everyday life. Losing her didn’t just feel like a breakup, it felt like losing a part of myself. It got to the point where I had to start therapy, and after everything that happened recently, I even just started Lexapro because I’ve been struggling that much.
What makes it harder is that everything felt perfect for so long. We were close, comfortable, and genuinely happy. Then suddenly she said her feelings had faded and that she never fully recovered from our first breakup early on—even though that didn’t even feel like a real breakup to me. I was the one who initiated that first breakup, and I know that probably hurt her, but we stayed in full contact, nothing really changed, and things felt strong again after that.
Now it’s been over 25 days of no contact. We had planned to meet when she got back home, and she promised we would. But when the time came, she avoided it, saying she was busy with family and that maybe we could catch up later in the summer. Right after being put off like that, I finally reached a point where I needed more help and started medication because of how overwhelmed and depressed I’ve been.
Seeing someone who I had such an easy, natural friendship with suddenly talk to me so formally and treat me like a stranger has been one of the hardest parts. It feels cold and confusing, like I don’t recognize her anymore.
I’m trying to move forward now because I know I have to, but it’s hard not to feel like this ruined something in me. I was genuinely happy for a long time, and now it feels like I don’t even want to risk loving someone like that again if it can end like this.