From Seen Zone to Self-Love – My Post-Love Story

When you go from ‘Good morning’ texts to just good memories...” 🌅➡️💭

There’s a certain kind of silence that screams louder than any fight ever could 😶‍🌫️. You know the one—when their replies get shorter 📉, the calls dry up 📵, and suddenly, you’re just a ghost 👻 sitting across a screen, staring at “seen 11:03 PM.” 🕚

I didn’t fall in love like a slow burn 🔥. I jumped, headfirst 🤿, with all my innocence and trust packed into a heart ❤️ that believed every “forever” he whispered. He didn’t ask me to love him—I volunteered 🙋‍♀️. Built dreams out of phone calls 📞, stitched my future with his name ✍️, and gave him a front-row seat 🎟️ to the chaos and calm of my world 🌪️🌤️.

And then? He just… left 🚪. Not with a bang, but with unread messages 📩, postponed calls 📆, and perfectly curated excuses 🎭. One day we were everything 💞, and the next, he was a stranger with my secrets 🤐.

I remember staring at my phone 📱, refreshing chats like it would bring back his warmth 🔁. I’d play our favorite songs 🎧 and pretend the ache in my chest was just indigestion 🫣. I’d even smile 😊 at his “seen” like it was some kind of acknowledgment ✅. Pathetic? Maybe. Real? 100%. ✅💯

People say love is blind 🫣. But heartbreak? That one’s wide awake 👁️. It sees every time you lied to yourself just to keep him 🙈. It counts every time you let red flags 🚩 pass because “he’s just tired” or “he had a rough day.” I saw it all—eventually 🕰️.

But in the middle of that heartbreak 💔, I found the ugliest, most honest parts of myself 🪞. The version of me who cried quietly on office breaks 😢💼, who laughed with friends 😂 and broke down at night 🌙, who clung to memories like souvenirs from a vacation that ended too soon 🧳📸.

I lost him, yeah. But I also lost the girl who tolerated being second 🥈, the girl who apologized for being “too much” 🙇‍♀️, the girl who begged for effort 🙏.

This isn’t the blog where I say “I’m over it” and flex my glow-up 💅✨. Not yet. This is the one where I say,
it’s okay to not be okay. 😞💗
This is the part where I sit with my feelings 🪑 and finally say:

“He hurt me. And I let him.” 💔🗣️

But part 2?
Oh, babe, that’s where the comeback begins. 🚀💃🔥

Mydailyrant 🍫💌