I wish it had been different

Is it always going to be like this? Or maybe even worse? This was never supposed to be like this. I wish you had never done that. I wish things had ended—at least for some other reason. At least then, we wouldn’t have to feel ashamed to meet again.

Things should have ended peacefully between us. At least that way, it would’ve given me hope that one day, we’d meet again, with wiser minds, and maybe then, it would’ve worked out.

It’s always like this in dramas and movies—why can’t it be real? If only things had happened differently in real life. But we don’t have a chance, not anymore. Because of you. You ruined us for your own pleasure. If only you had been a little more mature, maybe things would have turned out differently.

I hate the thought of meeting you again. And I hate the thought of never seeing you again.

The laughs and smiles we shared—I can’t imagine sharing them with anyone else. And I don’t think I ever will. You were like my spirit animal.

Edit: Hey, just wanted to clear something up—some people have been messaging me thinking I’m their ex. I’m not. This post was about my personal experience, something I wrote a year ago and recently found in my notes. I decided to share it because it still resonates with me. I don’t have any bad feelings toward my ex or anyone else—I genuinely wish him the best. Just wanted to put this out there.