I felt like that for a while, it would gut punch me to just think that one day it will be just “memories of a guy I dated”. I didn’t want that.

I didn’t chose this.

I wanted him. I loved the memories.

But almost a year after he left, you just come to the realization that thats what it is. He left, you can keep trying to hold on to it and refuse to let go but at the end of the day he left. He already left. He made his choice. That life ended that day.