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ForeverCaHa
Heartbroken Welshman
- Feb 16, 2025
- 149
I feel like my venting threads are getting closer and closer together.
Recently I've found myself having to hide away to cry at seemingly random points in the day, without a trigger sometimes. My brain has started allowing itself to have brief memories of my time with my partner, and it's so painful. Our first kiss, the way he looked at me over dinner, the warmth of his hands... but then it all turns to our final argument, him begging me to stay, the sound of him crying as he left our flat - that was the last thing I ever heard from him, and I can't stand it anymore. I've never known true heartbreak until now. The thought that he died feeling unloved is killing me. I keep having visions of his body, even when I'm awake I can't stop picturing him there. My friends are supportive, but nothing they do or say can fix me now.
It's been exactly one month since he died today. I feel like time hasn't moved since that afternoon. The past month is a black hole in my memory. I guess it's my brain's way of protecting itself.
In between thoughts of him, all I can think of is how much I want to die. It's constant. Tomorrow I would have the perfect opportunity to go through with my plan, but that would mean having a close friend find me, and I can't put her through that. I need to wait until April. But the days are long, and the nights are longer.
I hate myself for what I have done. Hate doesn't even begin to describe it. I loathe myself, despise myself.
I so desperately want to be with him again. I hope he can forgive me. Just give me another chance. I pray that I can wake up next to him. I want to look after him, care for him, give him the happiness he deserves.
Recently I've found myself having to hide away to cry at seemingly random points in the day, without a trigger sometimes. My brain has started allowing itself to have brief memories of my time with my partner, and it's so painful. Our first kiss, the way he looked at me over dinner, the warmth of his hands... but then it all turns to our final argument, him begging me to stay, the sound of him crying as he left our flat - that was the last thing I ever heard from him, and I can't stand it anymore. I've never known true heartbreak until now. The thought that he died feeling unloved is killing me. I keep having visions of his body, even when I'm awake I can't stop picturing him there. My friends are supportive, but nothing they do or say can fix me now.
It's been exactly one month since he died today. I feel like time hasn't moved since that afternoon. The past month is a black hole in my memory. I guess it's my brain's way of protecting itself.
In between thoughts of him, all I can think of is how much I want to die. It's constant. Tomorrow I would have the perfect opportunity to go through with my plan, but that would mean having a close friend find me, and I can't put her through that. I need to wait until April. But the days are long, and the nights are longer.
I hate myself for what I have done. Hate doesn't even begin to describe it. I loathe myself, despise myself.
I so desperately want to be with him again. I hope he can forgive me. Just give me another chance. I pray that I can wake up next to him. I want to look after him, care for him, give him the happiness he deserves.