When does it truly end?

8/5/2026

There is a strange loneliness in surviving the very thing you once begged Allah to protect. The contrast between the realities your emotions created versus the actual reality of things is almost impossible to comprehend. Perhaps none of us are ever truly capable of clear judgement while love is still speaking louder than reality.

Perhaps accepting heartbreak is not about processing grief alone, but about letting go of the version of yourself that still believed the emotions of love could save you. Nothing in this world is stable enough to save you from yourself. That is the harsh reality people seem to forget or avoid confronting. Every action has consequences, and while some things may simply be mistakes, no one truly wants to remain loyal to their principles when emotions become difficult. Every person is selfish in their own ways, often choosing to be stuck in rumination or play the victim as a defense mechanism against accountability.

I chose to rise above that instead. I learned to let go completely. I will gladly become the villain in one’s story if that helps them sleep easier at night. Perhaps maturity eventually forces people to confront the damage they leave behind, or perhaps the greater tragedy is that some never truly do. Either way, I no longer intend on waiting for understanding that may never arrive. There were many opportunities for love to soften pride, yet somehow ego always speaks louder when vulnerability demands accountability.

As fragile as human beings are, why can we not learn to love more openly and choose that as our first instinct instead of allowing fear to overpower our ability to love? Why do we struggle so deeply to fight for the future we once claimed we wanted? I do not even blame humans entirely. There are a million things in this world constantly influencing us, desensitizing us, pulling us away from ourselves. But despite all of that, people still have a choice. A choice to return, to communicate, to choose better.

Some people leave your life so abruptly that your soul continues speaking to them long after your mouth has gone silent. Healing is peculiar in that way. One day you stop searching for their return and begin mourning the time lost spent in waiting at a door that was always open, yet they were never going to walk through it. Eventually, you realise you must be the one to close it and continue your journey through life elsewhere.

Yet grief still finds ways to haunt you quietly. A small gift, a photograph, a random memory appearing without warning… and suddenly you fall back into the void you tried so hard to escape. The frightening thing about love is not simply that it ends, but realising how easily another human being can alter the rhythm of your inner world. Your heart, your mind, your soul all begin battling each other in intertwined ways, each trying to make sense of what remains and what must now be left behind.