Healing on a Random Wednesday

One day, you’ll wake up to the soft hum of the city and the faint chatter of your roommates or family outside your door. With a sigh, you’ll roll your eyes at the thought of yet another long, day.

You’ll step into a warm (or cold if you’re a heathen like me) shower, humming along to a pop song you swear you don’t even like, and slip into fresh, clean clothes. You might even catch the glimpse of a tentative smile in the mirror.

Later, you’ll rush down the escalator and sigh at the crowded compartment. Yet somehow, it won’t irk you as much. Class will drag on, tedious and uninspiring but maybe, just maybe, your friend will doodle a silly flower on the edge of your notebook. And you? You’ll draw back a lopsided smiley.

Slowly, the clock will tick its way to 5 p.m., and the evening train will come with the promise of home. Maybe, on the ride back, your phone will light up with a message— a new name, one that only recently found its place in your contacts. Perhaps for the first time in what feels like forever, you’ll feel something tug at your heart—something gentle, something new. The words might linger in your thoughts, but only until your walk home. Because the moment you step inside, you’ll feel the overwhelming comfort of solitude—a evening entirely your own.

As the lights dim and your thoughts start to blur, the city will gently lull you to sleep. And somehow, it won’t even occur to you—in the quiet of the night—that you got over it. On a random Wednesday evening.

// It’s been exactly a year and I’ve realised that it doesn’t hurt anymore. At all. I’ve moved on truly and let it go.

I remember a year ago praying for a day it wouldn’t feel like my heart was ripped out of my chest and stomped on and now finally, here I am. On the other side. I didn’t even realise that I’ve stopped thinking about that person a long time ago & memories that surface don’t bring with them any pain/hatred/longing. They pass by and vanish like any other fleeting thought.

The above write up is based on my healing and was just my way of finally saying goodbye to that chapter of my life. Turns out people really were right when they said, it gets better. So on that note, let’s keep living ♥️