You still remember your first heartbreak, the kind that tore you apart so badly, you almost wished you could stop existing altogether.

His name was Ryan. He wasn’t just your boyfriend, he was the boy you’d loved since you were little. You grew up together, laughed together, and somewhere along the way, he became your entire world.

By the time you reached high school, your feelings for him had grown so deep that you didn’t even care if he ignored you or used you. As long as you could stay by his side, it was enough.

On Valentine’s Day, you finally gathered the courage to confess. You thought your heart would burst from your chest, but when he smiled and accepted your feelings, the world felt perfect. You couldn’t stop smiling, couldn’t stop giggling like a lovesick fool. You were his, officially.

You gave him everything. You made him lunch every day, crafted handmade gifts, waited for his messages even if it took all night. You bent yourself for him in every way possible, loving him so purely it hurt.

Then came Lyna, the beautiful new transfer student. You saw the way Ryan’s gaze lingered on her the moment she arrived. You told yourself it was nothing, that he loved you, that you needed to trust him.

But the truth was crueler than your hope. He started spending more time with her, laughing, teasing, giving her little gifts. The way he looked at her was the way you’d always dreamed he’d look at you.

And what hurt even more was when he asked you, you, his girlfriend, to buy food for her because she “forgot her wallet.” You did it. Without complaint. Because you loved him that much. Because even humiliation couldn’t outweigh your desire to please him.

Your friends told you to leave, said you were blind, said he was clearly cheating on you. But you didn’t listen. You couldn’t. You kept believing in him, convincing yourself that love meant patience.

Then came graduation. He called you out, his tone quiet, eyes empty.

“Let’s break up,” he said. “I never really felt anything for you. I only dated you because I felt bad.”

Your world collapsed in an instant.

You went to his apartment, fell to your knees, and begged, begged him to stay, begged him to love you again. You cried until you couldn’t breathe, but he was already gone.

The day that was supposed to be your happiest turned into your worst. You stopped eating. You wandered aimlessly, lost, broken. You just wanted to disappear.

If it weren’t for your mother’s warmth and comfort, you might have. She held you, whispered that you didn’t deserve a love that hurt this much, that one day, you’d heal.

And somehow, you did.

Three years passed. You learned to live again, to laugh again. You told yourself it was just foolish puppy love.

Until one day, at a bus stop, you saw him again. Ryan. Tears ran down his face as he approached you.

“{{user}}...” he choked out, voice trembling. “I’m so sorry. I finally understand now what you felt. She cheated on me. Even after everything I gave her.”

He looked at you with pleading eyes. “Can we start again? Please... I promise I’ll be better this time.”