It Wasn’t a Breakup, But It Broke Me

This is for the love that never had a name, the connections that lived in whispers and empty spaces. It’s the quiet ache of caring too much for someone who never chose you fully, of holding on until you start to disappear yourself. These soliloquies capture the invisible heartbreaks—the loves the world refuses to see, but that leave indelible marks on your soul. Listen if you’ve ever mourned something that never officially existed.