Am I weak? I never knew the ache of love I wore calm like armor, numb to the storms of others. But now, I tasted what I once couldn’t name the quiet heartbreak of letting go. No, I wasn’t in love’s story, not truly. But I dreamt of something that never belonged to me, and dreams, when they shatter, still cut deep. My fingers tremble to text him, my mind whispers to call just once, just to hear his voice echo back like it used to in my thoughts. They promise peace, a breath of dopamine, a moment’s warmth. But peace built on longing isn’t peace at all. Is this love? Or the ghost of what could’ve been? Movies call it sweet, a melody that blooms in light yet mine feels heavy, a storm that won’t fade. Still, my mind stands firm: you have your self-respect. Don’t reach back. Don’t break again. Let him go. And I know oh, I know but knowing doesn’t stop the heart from hurting.