When old love makes us sink…

[LiaRaven]

There are loves that lift us and then there are the ones that drown us slowly.

We don’t always notice it at first. An old bad love doesn’t come back into our lives with fireworks. It sneaks in quietly, in the space between heartbeats, in a song that plays when we’re alone, in a memory we didn’t ask for but can’t seem to shake. It’s the kind of love that doesn’t just leave. It lingers. It whispers doubts, replays arguments, makes us question ourselves long after the person is gone.

It’s the kind of love that makes us sink.

Sometimes we stay in something we know isn’t good because we’re afraid of what’s on the other side. Loneliness can feel heavier than heartbreak. So we endure. We shrink ourselves to be loved. We settle for crumbs and convince ourselves it’s a feast. And even when we finally walk away, that love clings to us like wet clothes. We carry it in the way we flinch at kindness. In the way we don’t trust good things. In the way we second-guess our worth.

That’s how it works. It doesn’t just break your heart. It changes how you see yourself.

A bad love teaches you that you’re too much or not enough. It makes you feel replaceable. Forgotten. Like your softness was a weakness instead of a gift. And when you believe that long enough, it starts to bleed into every part of your life. You pull away from people who care. You stop dreaming. You protect yourself so well that nothing can get in, not even love that’s real.

We all carry our own version of this story. The one who left without a goodbye. The one who stayed but made us feel alone. The one who made love feel like a war zone instead of a home. And no matter how much time passes, something about that pain still feels fresh. Because deep down, we’re not just mourning the person. We’re mourning the version of ourselves we lost trying to love them.

But here’s the truth. We deserve to come back to ourselves.

We deserve to stop sinking. To take a deep breath, look at the past, and say, you hurt me, but you don’t own me anymore. Healing doesn’t mean forgetting. It means reclaiming the parts of you that you buried. It means unlearning the lies they made you believe. It means allowing yourself to be loved in a way that doesn’t feel like drowning.

An old bad love may have dragged you under. But you’re still here. And that means you can rise.

[Finchie40]

It can if you allow it to ,
Me personally doesn’t allow old love to re enter my heart , and ex is an ex for a reason , if they truly loved and valued you, they wouldn’t be your ex period , . I might have sex with an ex but she will not get my heart completely depending on why we broke up in the first place , Inam still friends’ with some of my exes that didn’t do my dirty , but the ones that did are no longer a part of my life. And I don’t want to be a part of my life , trash is trash , take it out to the curb where it belongs

[Geo1970]

The Central and most pivotal point of this story is that the one you fell in love with and still with, and that person loves you just as much as you love them in each and every way, all the rest of the unhappiness, etc Is insignificant.
If you have found that person who makes you happy just as much as you make them happy, then the moments in which that happiness never ceases and is prevalent, is what counts.

[exitseven]

The way to look at it is being in a relationship is like climbing a mountain. Sometimes you reach the top and sometimes you fall. Then you have the choice of trying again or not.

[RageBabe]

I was moved; thank you for sharing it.

[Blackcat1952]

Is so sad too bad