i’m not over you. not even a little. i still break down when no one can see. i still wait for something—anything—from you. a message, a sign, some proof that i still cross your mind. but nothing ever comes. and i keep fooling myself, saying i’m fine, saying i’ve moved on, but that’s not true. i’m not fine, and i’m exhausted from pretending. i still carry this quiet ache, wishing one day you’ll return. even though deep inside, i know you won’t. but if you ever do, if your heart softens and you think of me, even for a moment, i hope you know i never stopped choosing you. not once. the truth is, i lied. i said i’d be okay without you, but i’m not. i still wake up hoping this is just a nightmare, still searching for your name in places where it doesn’t belong anymore. i don’t know how to do this. i don’t know how to live like you were just a chapter when you were the whole book. you weren’t just part of my days—you were all of them. my routine, my comfort, my safe place. and now i’m l...