To my previous love, you are like bread.

12 May, 2025

I’m writing this here, not to you. You don’t see me anymore. You act like I never existed. That’s fine.

I need to say this because no one listens when I talk about you anymore. Talking into the void is better than choking on silence.

So here it is. The truth: I’m finally over you.

And now that I am, everything makes sense. I used to wake up wondering how I was still breathing without the love of my life. Now I wake up and breathe because I no longer carry you on my chest.

Getting here was not graceful. I clawed my way out.

You never gave me a real reason. No closure. Just silence. Whatever story you told others, I know it was not the truth. What you did was cruel.

I loved you unconditionally. Gave you everything. Moved my entire world to build a life with you. Then, out of nowhere, you said you felt nothing. Called it fate. But it was not fate. It was you choosing to walk away and refusing to own it.

You said I held you back. That is funny. I crossed oceans for you. Stood by you when your own family doubted you. I still remember that birthday note. Your motivation. Trashed it, but the words linger.

I was your stepping stone. Your believer when no one else was. I carried your dreams for both of us. Then, when you finally understood my vision, you dropped me and executed it without me.

So yes, I am invalidating your feelings. The same way you invalidated mine.

Let me be honest.

I begged for you. I prayed like I was bleeding. I cried myself to sleep for months. My health shattered. I failed my exams. Nearly got kicked out of university. I lost myself, not because I am weak, but because I believed in you. Believed in us. You sold me a future, then blamed fate when you bailed.

You hurt me deeply. And you never once apologized like you meant it. Just tossed a cheap line. It was not meant to be. As if that erased everything.

And yes, I know about her. Maybe Anna. Maybe someone else. It does not matter.

What matters is this. A house built on another woman’s tears will never stand.

Here is how I see you now.

Imagine someone starving. All they have is plain bread. It keeps them alive, but there is no flavor. Then one day, they taste ice cream. Could they ever go back to bread?

That is you. Bland. Uninspired. What I thought I needed, until I learned love could be joyful like ice cream. That someone could love me not despite my flaws, but because of them.

I hope you one day feel the weight of what you did. The way I failed because I could not get out of bed. Because I was trying to survive. That is on you. You made the promises. You planted the roots. Then salted the earth and walked away.

You knew the pain of abandonment. And instead of breaking the cycle, you repeated it. You gave me the same emptiness that nearly broke you. Maybe just to feel powerful.

But power built on pain is not real power.

Now when I think of you, I do not wish for your return or even revenge. I wish for reversal. That every prayer, every breath of love I gave you returns to me. And everything I gave you is taken back, with divine justice behind it.

Call that dramatic if you want. I do not care.

How comfortable were you sleeping when I was crying at three in the morning? When I lost myself, while you moved on like I never existed?

But no. I do not hate you. I just see you clearly now.

You are basic bread. A small man with a small mindset who used my dreams to climb into success. Let your family pretend they always believed in you. We both know the truth.

You want me gone? Fine.

But just one more word. I finally agree with you. We were incompatible. Because I would never destroy someone who loved me the way I loved you.

This is goodbye. The only thread left between us is divine justice. And I will be there when the scales are balanced.