Wednesday
Favoured Frenzy
To the ones who had a breakup.
To the ones who made it happen.
To the ones who begged it not to happen.
To the ones who pretended it didn’t hurt.
Come sit with me.
Breakups are rarely just about two people ending something.
They are about memories rearranging themselves.
About songs that suddenly feel heavier.
About places that used to feel warm becoming unfamiliar.
And when the person felt like Tyler Galpin
gentle smile, quiet intensity, hands
that felt safe
the fall feels deeper.
Because sometimes we don’t just lose a person.
We lose the future we were quietly building in our heads.
The “what if we…”
The “one day we will…”
The “I can see us…”
Those dreams don’t vanish easily.
They linger like perfume on a sweater you forgot to return.
To the ones who made it happen.
To the ones who begged it not to happen.
To the ones who pretended it didn’t hurt.
Come sit with me.
Breakups are rarely just about two people ending something.
They are about memories rearranging themselves.
About songs that suddenly feel heavier.
About places that used to feel warm becoming unfamiliar.
And when the person felt like Tyler Galpin
gentle smile, quiet intensity, hands
that felt safe
the fall feels deeper.
Because sometimes we don’t just lose a person.
We lose the future we were quietly building in our heads.
The “what if we…”
The “one day we will…”
The “I can see us…”
Those dreams don’t vanish easily.
They linger like perfume on a sweater you forgot to return.
To the one who loved too much
You memorized their moods.
You adjusted your tone.
You softened your anger.
You forgave things that chipped away at you.
You told yourself love requires sacrifice.
And sometimes it does.
But love should not require you to abandon yourself.
If you felt smaller over time,
quieter, more careful, more afraid of being
“too much”
that was not love thriving.
That was you shrinking.
You deserve a love where your intensity is admired,
not tolerated.
Like Wednesday Addams,
you may not say “I love you”
a hundred times a day.
But when you do love
it is fierce.
It is loyal.
It is not temporary.
Not everyone knows how to hold that kind of depth.
You adjusted your tone.
You softened your anger.
You forgave things that chipped away at you.
You told yourself love requires sacrifice.
And sometimes it does.
But love should not require you to abandon yourself.
If you felt smaller over time,
quieter, more careful, more afraid of being
“too much”
that was not love thriving.
That was you shrinking.
You deserve a love where your intensity is admired,
not tolerated.
Like Wednesday Addams,
you may not say “I love you”
a hundred times a day.
But when you do love
it is fierce.
It is loyal.
It is not temporary.
Not everyone knows how to hold that kind of depth.
To the one who left
Leaving is not always heartless.
Sometimes it is survival.
Sometimes you realize
you are fighting harder to keep the
relationship alive
than both of you combined.
Sometimes you see that love has
turned into habit.
Or fear.
Or attachment to history.
Choosing to walk away does not mean
you never cared.
It means you cared enough about yourself
to stop drowning quietly.
And that is not cruel.
That is growth.
Sometimes it is survival.
Sometimes you realize
you are fighting harder to keep the
relationship alive
than both of you combined.
Sometimes you see that love has
turned into habit.
Or fear.
Or attachment to history.
Choosing to walk away does not mean
you never cared.
It means you cared enough about yourself
to stop drowning quietly.
And that is not cruel.
That is growth.
To the one who was left
It feels personal.
It feels like a verdict.
You replay conversations.
You wonder what you could have done differently.
You question your worth.
But listen carefully chelloss:
If someone leaves,
it does not automatically mean
you were not enough.
Sometimes people leave because
they are confused.
Because they are scared.
Because they are not ready.
Because they cannot meet you where you stand.
And sometimes…
they simply cannot love the way you need.
That does not reduce your value.
It only reveals incompatibility.
It feels like a verdict.
You replay conversations.
You wonder what you could have done differently.
You question your worth.
But listen carefully chelloss:
If someone leaves,
it does not automatically mean
you were not enough.
Sometimes people leave because
they are confused.
Because they are scared.
Because they are not ready.
Because they cannot meet you where you stand.
And sometimes…
they simply cannot love the way you need.
That does not reduce your value.
It only reveals incompatibility.
The quiet truth about breakups
Breakups are not always explosions.
Sometimes they are slow fades.
Sometimes they are slow fades.
- Fewer laughs.
- Shorter conversations.
- Longer silences.
- “I’m just tired” becoming routine.
And one day, you realize
you’ve been grieving the relationship
while still inside it.
That is a special kind of heartbreak.
you’ve been grieving the relationship
while still inside it.
That is a special kind of heartbreak.
Healing is not aesthetic
It is messy.
You will:
- Miss them at random hours.
- Smile at old photos and then feel guilty for smiling.
- Feel strong one day and shattered the next.
- Wonder if you should text them.
- Type it. Delete it. Type it again.
Healing is not linear.
It is a spiral.
But each time the pain circles back,
it hurts a little less.
Not because you loved less.
But because you are learning to stand without them.
It is a spiral.
But each time the pain circles back,
it hurts a little less.
Not because you loved less.
But because you are learning to stand without them.
A gentle reminder chelloss
You are not defined by who stayed.
You are not defined by who left.
You are defined by
how deeply you feel,
how honestly you love,
how bravely you continue.
Do not let one ending make you cold.
Yes, protect your heart.
Yes, raise your standards.
Yes, notice red flags sooner next time.
But do not turn into stone.
The world already has enough people who love halfway.
You are not defined by who left.
You are defined by
how deeply you feel,
how honestly you love,
how bravely you continue.
Do not let one ending make you cold.
Yes, protect your heart.
Yes, raise your standards.
Yes, notice red flags sooner next time.
But do not turn into stone.
The world already has enough people who love halfway.
And one more thing…
If your love story felt intense, complicated,
a little dark
that does not mean it was meaningless.
Some loves are lessons.
Some are mirrors.
Some are chapters.
Very few are forever.
And that is okay.
One day, you will meet someone
who does not feel like a storm you must survive
but a home you can rest in.
Until then:a little dark
that does not mean it was meaningless.
Some loves are lessons.
Some are mirrors.
Some are chapters.
Very few are forever.
And that is okay.
One day, you will meet someone
who does not feel like a storm you must survive
but a home you can rest in.
- Cry if you need to.
- Journal it out.
- Pray.
- Go quiet.
- Rebuild.
Do not rush your heart into
another pair of hands
just to prove you are healed.
Let yourself become whole again.
Because the girl who loves like Wednesday
quiet, observant, loyal, emotionally intense
deserves someone who does not fear her depth.
And if someone could not stay,
let them be a lesson
not a wound you keep reopening.
Stay soft.
Stay strange.
Stay dignified.
And most importantly
stay yours chelloss.
another pair of hands
just to prove you are healed.
Let yourself become whole again.
Because the girl who loves like Wednesday
quiet, observant, loyal, emotionally intense
deserves someone who does not fear her depth.
And if someone could not stay,
let them be a lesson
not a wound you keep reopening.
Stay soft.
Stay strange.
Stay dignified.
And most importantly
stay yours chelloss.
Man that was some intense story and has a lot of depth a clever and a consoling one to those who had breakups and the people that left them high and dry ..
like it did for Dr strange.
The art of letting the person go is needed for us to edit our life to keep the circle running and accepting the reality.
tired aachuna na biriyani vangi tharen saptutea read panunga
