💔🔐First love feels like:

Classes, tasks, books, people… none of it mattered anymore. Everything felt distant. Everything felt wrong.

Her first love wasn’t just feelings. It was the reason to wake up in the morning, the push to study, to dream, to grow. He made ordinary things feel special. One smile from him could warm her for a whole day. One message could make her breathe again.

And then — silence. Cold. Sharp. Unbearable. As if her heart was just some glitch in the system.

Since then, everything felt… empty.

She stared at books like they were written in a foreign language. School — why? Become someone — for what? The one she had dreamed for was no longer there.

People told her: “Time heals.” “You’ll meet someone else.” “You have to move on.”

But the words bounced off her like rain on glass.

Inside, all she felt was: “I don’t want to anymore. I can’t. I have no strength. No meaning.”

And yet… deep down, in the furthest corner of her pain, her heart still beat — broken, but alive.

And maybe not tomorrow, and not next week, but someday, she would open her eyes and feel

a tiny urge to read something. A small flicker of curiosity for life. And that would be the beginning.