My Noah

To my Noah ,
My heart is broken shattered like the glass from a broken photo scattered across the floor in disarray. I keep waiting for you to call…I guess I should have known you wouldn’t call but parts of me hold on to the hopes that you do. You chose her she gets the life I always wanted a life with you by my side I leave it to her now. I pray to the gods she makes you as happy as you’d hoped for when you left me. Getting over you hasn’t been easy and to be quite frankly I haven’t gotten over you and I probably never will your memory is engraved in my mind and I can’t pluck it out. Just know even if I’m mad for a while I can’t stay mad at you because your my Noah how could I be mad at you….

Reviews

[Neha agrawal]

This feels like reading someone's heart right after it cracked open.
The line “you chose her, she gets the life I always wanted” — that kind of pain is sharp in the quietest way.
It’s not angry, it’s just… deeply sad. The kind of sadness that lingers even when you smile.
I know what it’s like to wait for a call that never comes, and to still call someone “mine” in your heart, even when they’ve stopped calling you theirs.
This isn’t just a letter to Noah. It’s a love that never got to finish.
And honestly? That last line broke me: “because you’re my Noah… how could I be mad at you.”
Oof. Been there. Still there, maybe.
Thank you for writing what so many of us feel but never say out loud.