Why did you give me light, then take it away?

I still vividly remember the first time we met. It's etched in my memory like a scar that refuses to heal. Truthfully, I wanted to reach out to you, to talk to you, to get to know you better. But I was too afraid, feeling unworthy and unprepared. My life had lost its purpose, and I was merely existing, adapting to a hopeless existence. But then you appeared, and everything changed.

You brought back the hope that had been dead inside me for so long. You helped me pick up the shattered pieces of my broken heart, and for a moment, I felt whole again. With you by my side, I felt like I had been given a second chance at life. I thought we had a connection, something real, something tangible. I thought we shared something special, something that would last a lifetime.

But then, without warning, you let me go. You dropped my heart from the highest peak, leaving me crashing down on the rocks below. The fall has been agonizing, and I'm still plummeting. The pain is unbearable, and I'm terrified of the impact when I finally hit the ground. I'm scared of the darkness that awaits me, the emptiness that will consume me.

Before we met, I had grown comfortable with my hopelessness. I had accepted that I might never find my way out, but at least I had my own company in the darkness. I had learned to navigate the shadows, to find solace in the silence. But you changed all that. You brought light into my life, and now that it's gone, the darkness feels even more oppressive.

Every day feels like an eternity. I wake up hoping that you'll respond, that I'll receive a call or a message from you. But morning turns to night, and the silence is deafening. I'm left with nothing but my thoughts, my regrets, and my longing. I'm haunted by the memories of what we had, of what we could have been.

I know this letter will likely go unread, and even if you do see it, I doubt I'll ever hear from you again. But I needed to tell you that you shattered my heart into a trillion pieces and I'll spend the rest of my life trying to gather them. I'll never be the same person I was before we met.

I'm left with just a glimmer of the hope you once revived, but it's fading fast. I'm falling, and I don't know how to stop. I'm losing myself in the darkness, and I don't know how to find my way back. I'm drowning in my tears, and I don't know how to stay afloat.

You may have moved on, but I'm still stuck in the past, reliving the memories of what we had. I'm still holding on to the hope that one day you'll come back to me, that one day you'll realize what we had was real. But deep down, I know it's just a fantasy, a dream that will never come true.