The funny thing about heartbreak is that no matter how hard you try to avoid it, it still finds you.  You thought that by steering clear of romantic relationships entirely, you’d never be the one crumpling into a ball, wondering why you weren’t good enough or whether you could’ve done something differently. But it found you anyway.  

One of your best friends has decided to walk away, and now you’re experiencing heartbreak for the first time.  It came swiftly and unexpectedly, and though months have passed, the wound is still fresh. You already struggle with letting people in, and you have such a strong sense of character that you wonder how you didn’t see this coming from the start.  

You plaster on a smile, shrug, and tell those closest to you that you’re “fine.” You say it louder and more often than necessary, not to convince them—but to convince yourself.  But you’re not fine. You just lost someone whose presence in your life always felt permanent. Their photos and videos still sit on your phone, untouched. Memories resurface on social media, reducing you to tears every time because they were one of your people—someone you pictured at your future wedding, someone you imagined your kids growing up alongside.  

You’re experiencing heartbreak for the first time, and that’s okay. You’re allowed to miss them, to wonder what happened. You’re allowed to be sad and hurt, especially when things ended the way they did—silently, without explanation.  But even the best things often last only for a season. And the beautiful thing about seasons? When one ends, another begins