#softgrungevibes

[nekocrime]

2012

[mimsxoxo]

The girl after me

Oh, he’s following other girls now the kind that match his desires, like I once did. One by one, he double-taps their photos, the same way he used to flood mine with likes. I bet he’s watching every single one of your stories, without fail. Just like before. He used to be the first viewer on mine. Always there. Always watching.

He probably replies to your stories too, right? Drops compliments, sweet words, little bursts of attention that feel like love bombs. I know. I’ve read them before. I used to be the one receiving those his late-night thoughts, random “you’re beautiful”s, the carefully crafted messages that made me feel like I mattered.

And then it happens you fall for it. You let yourself believe it’s real. You both share the same kind of fantasies, the same dreams, the same vibe. You think it’s fate. You give him your heart. Your soul. Your trust. Because he feels different, right? Real. Kind. Consistent. He listens, he mirrors you, he matches your energy.

But I’ve been there. God, I’ve been there.

I know how magical it feels. How easy it is to believe he’s the one. That you’re safe in this. That you’ve finally been chosen for something lasting.

Until, one day… he just stops.

No warning. No explanation. The likes stop. The replies disappear. The stories go unwatched. Your heart confused. Your mind spiraling. You check your phone and it’s just silence. Cold, cruel silence. Like none of it ever happened. Like you never happened.

And that’s when your butterflies die. Every last one. Just… gone.

And a piece of you dies too.

Tragically.