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February 14, 2025
Valentine’s Day. I stayed in my classroom longer so I wouldn’t have to walk past them.
But when I finally left, he was still there.
For a second, I thought he was looking for me.
I was wrong.
February 21, 2025
A week has passed. I stopped sitting in my usual spot.
He doesn’t even notice.
I wonder if he ever thinks about me at all.
February 27, 2025
I still check his profile sometimes. I don’t know why. Maybe I just want proof that he’s happy.
Maybe I just want proof that I was once a part of his life, too.
But every time I do, it only reminds me that he’s doing just fine. Without me.
I should be happy for him. I am happy for him.
So why does it still feel like I’m the only one who hasn’t moved on?
February 28, 2025
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His POV
February 14, 2025
Spent Valentine’s with my one and only.
Gave her flowers, chocolates, and a letter. She hugged me so tight, and we spent the whole day together.
I love her.
I didn’t see her today, though. That’s strange.
Not that it matters.
Right?
February 21, 2025
Bought my girlfriend her favorites. She was really happy.
But I felt… empty. Like something was missing all day, but I couldn’t tell what.
I haven’t seen her around. But it’s none of my business.
February 27, 2025
My girlfriend wrote me a letter today. It made me smile.
She loves me. I love her.
That’s all that matters.
So why does my chest feel so heavy?
March 7, 2025
My friends have been talking about a rumor going around. A student from our school… tragically passed.
I don’t know why, but it made my chest feel heavy.
March 8, 2025
My girlfriend and I went on a date. It was nice. It felt normal.
But something felt… off. I don’t know what.
March 10, 2025
I haven’t seen her around. It’s been weeks now. But it’s none of my business.
Right?
March 14, 2025
Her best friend was crying today. One of our teachers was comforting her.
I don’t know why, but my stomach twisted.
I keep telling myself I don’t care.
So why does it feel like something is eating me alive?
March 16, 2025
I did something I swore I wouldn’t do.
I checked her profile. Hoping—what? That she’d posted something? That she’d prove me wrong?
But instead, I found nothing.
No new posts. No updates. Just people commenting, saying things like "I miss you." "I wish you were still here."
I kept scrolling. My hands were shaking.
And then, finally, I saw it.
A date.
February 28, 2025.
Her last entry.
But there were no words.
Just a date.
And that’s when I realized.
She had been gone. And I was clueless.
I thought of all the times we made eye contact.
The times I looked away, hoping she’d get the hint.
I had been so harsh.
I didn’t know she was in pain.
I didn’t know she would leave.
I didn’t know that one day, I’d look for her and find nothing.
I didn’t know.
And now, I never will.