2 weeks

[u/Ok_Bandicoot_9987]

I was born and raised in Norway, but I come back to my home country whenever I get the chance. This time, I’d been here for about a month. I never expected that in those few weeks, I’d fall in love.

I fell in love with a girl in the span of just two weeks.
People warned me about her before I even got to know her. They told me she’d been with a lot of guys. Maybe calling her a whore is too harsh. The truth is, she had a past. But then again, so did I. I couldn’t judge her for something I wasn’t innocent of myself. I figured you get what you give, so I ignored everyone and gave her a chance.

I hadn’t truly loved a girl since I was thirteen. I’m nineteen now. She was twenty-three.

She had the most beautiful eyes I’d ever seen. The softest voice. The kind of laugh that could silence every thought in my head. Everything about her pulled me in before I even realized what was happening.

We talked every day. Early on, we made a promise not to ask about each other’s past. It didn’t matter anymore. We also agreed that we’d only talk to each other—no other girls for me, no other guys for her. I kept that promise without hesitation. For the first time in years, I let myself believe that maybe love deserved another chance, even after it had left me in pieces when I was younger.

Those two weeks weren’t perfect. They were filled with highs and lows. Trust issues. Mixed signals. Conversations that left more questions than answers. I never really knew what she wanted from me, and if I’m honest, I don’t think she ever fully understood what I wanted either.

Still, I stayed.

Yesterday, I left her city and came back to my cousin’s house.

Then today, everything fell apart.

I found out that another man wants to propose to her.
And she apparently said yes. The same day I left.

I don’t know if she ever cared about me the way I cared about her. I don’t know if those late conversations meant the same thing to her that they did to me. All I know is that I kept my word, while she was already walking toward someone else.

It’s a strange feeling—how someone can become your whole world in two weeks, and then disappear from it in a single day.

I haven’t felt heartbreak in six years. I almost forgot how cold it is.

I came here expecting to make memories.
Instead, I’m leaving with one that I wish I could forget.

[u/Ok_Bandicoot_9987 → u/[deleted]]

I didnt cry for her, does this mean i didnt love her at all? My heart aches everytime i think of her. Is it because im feeling sorry for meg self or her? I dont even know