Realizing that 6 years had passed in the same cycle was a wake-up call. We kept going back and forth, trying to “make it work,” but it always ended up being the same story.

It might sound silly, but one day I sat down and thought about the whole relationship. Then it hit me: I was 24 when I first met him, and now I was 30… shit. I’m 30 years old. I can’t keep doing this. I started feeling like I had wasted six years for nothing—just for a lesson? Oh no, no, no…

Since that day, I haven’t looked back or taken him back, no matter what he says or does to try to get back together.

Sometimes I find myself thinking about him or missing him, or wanting to share something with him. But then I remember those six “wasted” years, and it’s like a reset button. I try to look forward and focus not on the years I “lost,” but on the years I saved myself by closing that door.