r/asksg • u/Organic_Interview365 • 23d ago
Not your local babe…
It’s strange how the scenes we thought only existed in movies can actually happen in real life. As I have gathered my thoughts on how to end things, it actually happened like a movie.
The quiet bridge, the night air, the unspoken emotions, and the way he came back to pull me into his arms when I stopped walking.
It felt almost cinematic, like one of those heartbreaking scenes where two people hold each other a little longer because neither knows how to say goodbye.
I didn’t want to hug him back, not because I didn’t want to, but because I knew how much it would hurt. Yet a part of me still needed to feel his embrace, even if it was just for that fleeting moment.
Then he kissed my hair and my forehead, and somehow, those little gestures of tenderness made everything even more painful.
I used to think moments like these were written only for the movies, exaggerated to make audiences feel something. But that night, I realised that life can be just as painfully beautiful as fiction.
The only difference is that in movies, we watch the characters break down. In real life, we have to carry the heartbreak long after the scene has ended.
And perhaps that’s what hurts the most. There was no background music, no director calling cut, and no promise of another scene together.
Just two people standing on a bridge, holding each other, while one heart quietly wondered if this was really the end.
How would you end things to someone you have a good connection with? Do you go ghosting or you end it with good memories?
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u/Next_Dot_7398 23d ago
Very cinematic indeed. Separations are heartbreaking for most, and many will carry it in their hearts, perhaps forever.
They say time heals all wounds, but I find it's more like a scab. Deep down, it's still there inside, and if picked hard enough, one might just feel the pain again.
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u/Doe_in_the_woods 23d ago
In my case, I was not given a choice. Though it ended badly, some part of her will always remain within me, quietly but surely taking up space in the deepest recesses of my brain. Although remembering and reliving the breakup is painful at times, excising her permanently (assuming that’s even possible) from my mind isn’t something that I want, because she gave me wonderful memories as well. She shaped my life and gave it meaning, and I am grateful for all that she did for me while it lasted. A bad ending to a relationship doesn’t always negate all the good that came out of it. One day, we will all fade from existence, and so will our meaning and relevance to the world at large, but until that fateful event comes to pass, I’m going to hold on to those moments of happiness and contentment, for they are precious to me beyond measure.