Bluberri
Favoured Frenzy
.My first love.
I don’t know if he will ever read this. Maybe he will, maybe he won’t.
But these words have been sitting quietly inside my heart for a long time.
We met on this site.
It started simply — conversations, laughter, long talks that somehow made the world feel lighter. We were good to each other. And there was that innocent, beautiful feeling that only a first love can give.
But slowly, things changed.
Misunderstandings appeared where trust once lived.
For me, the ending felt like his mistake. For him, it was mine.
Maybe the truth was somewhere in between.
Maybe we both made mistakes.
Maybe we trusted too much.
Maybe one of us expected more than the other could give.
Whatever the reason was, it ended.
And the breakup… it broke more than just the relationship.
I struggled with everything. I failed exams. I stopped attending classes. Even when I was sitting with my family or friends, I felt completely absent.
I avoided people.
I ignored calls.
Nothing interested me anymore.
I felt like I was just a bare piece of living tissue, existing but not truly living.
Slowly, very slowly, I began to rebuild myself.
I started focusing on me.
gym became my therapy
Music filled the empty spaces in my mind.
New friends
Day by day, I started feeling something I thought I had lost forever — peace.
It took time, but the feeling of becoming strong again was
magical.
And then one day, a message .
It was from him.
“Sorry… how are you?”
Should I be happy or angry?
Or Should I ignore it?
But deep inside ,I was happy , literally i prayed for this .
We started talking again. Just like before. Long conversations, hours of talking like nothing had ever changed.
And I tried to fit myself back into that place.
But something felt different.
After two days,
The happiness I once felt while talking to him… wasn’t there anymore.
It didn’t feel the same.
I didn’t feel the same.
I didn’t even feel like I could stay loyal to the feeling we once had. But at the same time, I didn’t want him to disappear again.
Does he deserve a second chance?
I don’t know.
Every time I tried to act normal, something inside me felt wrong, painful.
I avoided him.
Not intentionally.
Later, one day, I finally gathered the courage to text him.
But this time, the message was 'undelivered '
And it felt like my heart broke again.
Wait… why am I hurt?
I was the one who ignored him.
I was the one who avoided him.
This time… the mistake was mine.
Life teaches strange lessons.
Sometimes people don’t change.
But sometimes they do.
And maybe… just maybe…
Some people really do deserve a second chance.
I don’t know if he will ever read this. Maybe he will, maybe he won’t.
But these words have been sitting quietly inside my heart for a long time.
We met on this site.
It started simply — conversations, laughter, long talks that somehow made the world feel lighter. We were good to each other. And there was that innocent, beautiful feeling that only a first love can give.
But slowly, things changed.
Misunderstandings appeared where trust once lived.
For me, the ending felt like his mistake. For him, it was mine.
Maybe the truth was somewhere in between.
Maybe we both made mistakes.
Maybe we trusted too much.
Maybe one of us expected more than the other could give.
Whatever the reason was, it ended.
And the breakup… it broke more than just the relationship.
I struggled with everything. I failed exams. I stopped attending classes. Even when I was sitting with my family or friends, I felt completely absent.
I avoided people.
I ignored calls.
Nothing interested me anymore.
I felt like I was just a bare piece of living tissue, existing but not truly living.
Slowly, very slowly, I began to rebuild myself.
I started focusing on me.
gym became my therapy
Music filled the empty spaces in my mind.
New friends
Day by day, I started feeling something I thought I had lost forever — peace.
It took time, but the feeling of becoming strong again was
magical.
And then one day, a message .
It was from him.
“Sorry… how are you?”
Should I be happy or angry?
Or Should I ignore it?
But deep inside ,I was happy , literally i prayed for this .
We started talking again. Just like before. Long conversations, hours of talking like nothing had ever changed.
And I tried to fit myself back into that place.
But something felt different.
After two days,
The happiness I once felt while talking to him… wasn’t there anymore.
It didn’t feel the same.
I didn’t feel the same.
I didn’t even feel like I could stay loyal to the feeling we once had. But at the same time, I didn’t want him to disappear again.
Does he deserve a second chance?
I don’t know.
Every time I tried to act normal, something inside me felt wrong, painful.
I avoided him.
Not intentionally.
Later, one day, I finally gathered the courage to text him.
But this time, the message was 'undelivered '
And it felt like my heart broke again.
Wait… why am I hurt?
I was the one who ignored him.
I was the one who avoided him.
This time… the mistake was mine.
Life teaches strange lessons.
Sometimes people don’t change.
But sometimes they do.
And maybe… just maybe…
Some people really do deserve a second chance.
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