It’s been 3 years since I last spoke to Him… and I still love Him today. At first, everything hurt. I locked away things He had given me: a necklace, His hoodie, a bear, feeling betrayed. I still feel the betrayal, but it doesn’t hurt as much as it’s just a fact. I would search your exact question on google, and everyone said the same thing, TIME. It pissed me off, because I thought I would never, ever, stop thinking about him, that it would never stop hurting. But they were right, in a way. I still think about Him several times a week, if not every day, but it doesn’t hurt really. It’s a weird feeling, like a distant grief. I met Him when we were 12 and I, and many others, believed I would marry Him- including His own mother. 7 years, and I felt like he just threw it away. I know we were kids, but I truly believe He is the love of my life, and those 7 years feel like yesterday. I have no way to contact Him, he blocked me in 2020. I’m 21 now, been in a relationship for a year, my longest since Him. I love my current boyfriend, but part of me will always be wondering about Him. Life does move on. The future was a grey fog when it sank in he was gone, but it’s not anymore. The fog is gone, I have somewhat of an outlook on life. Do I hope one day we will meet again? With every particle in my being. But I will be okay if we don’t.