After Heartbreak: Healing, Moving On, and Finding Closure After Lost Love

Years ago, I was in love with her. I adored everything about her—her face, her eyes, her hair, her body, her skin tone, even the scent of her hair and the taste of her mouth. I believed I was utterly in love and fascinated by her entire being. She was a beautiful woman, and I cherished every moment we shared.

When we made love, it would last for hours. I remember one time we were together all night long. By the end, we were both exhausted but completely satisfied.

That’s what being in love feels like.

Then she broke my heart. She was supposed to spend a long weekend with me but ended up going away with her family and an ex-boyfriend to Florida instead. After that, she pretty much ended things between us, which led me into one of the darkest, most difficult periods of my life. I don’t want to dwell on how desperate I was trying to get her back. Looking back, I realize I wasn’t proud of how I acted.

So, what happened after the heartbreak?

Fast forward a few years, and we found ourselves hanging out again. We went out partying with her sister and my cousin. Afterward, we went back to my place, closed the door, and got intimate. This time, things were different. I didn’t go down on her, I didn’t take in her scent, I used a condom even though I knew she was on birth control. I wasn’t seeking a deep connection; I just wanted to be physical and close the evening. We were together, but it didn’t last for hours or feel like before—I came in an ordinary amount of time.

Afterward, she looked at me and said, “Angel, that was different. It’s not how you used to be. What changed?” I looked her in the eyes and told her, “I’m not in love with you anymore. You hurt me, and I no longer have my heart to give.” She seemed surprised by my bluntness. I asked, “Does this surprise you?” She answered, “I guess not. I did hurt you pretty badly, didn’t I? I’m sorry, Angel.” I smiled and whispered, “That’s in the past.” I held her quietly, kissed the top of her head, and said, “You are still so beautiful.” We were together again after that, but since then, I barely recall us spending much time together. I helped her move once, and we partied with our partners some years later, but that was the end of our romantic and sexual relationship.

That’s what happened after the heartbreak.