Girl Who Swore She Was Over

“The Girl Who Swore She Was Over It” She walks like she’s made of morning light, but her heart still drips midnight behind her. Everyone thinks she healed ages ago, ’cause she laughs loud and smiles quick, masking the ache like a pro. She posts sunsets and soft selfies, captioned like she’s thriving now. But her pillow knows the truth— how she still whispers his name like it’s a wound she can’t stop touching. She says she’s moved on, but every time she hears his favorite song, her chest caves in like a collapsing star. She forgives, she forgets— but never fully, never real. And in the quiet, she still breaks for him. ~ Tanusree