Let It Heal, Babe. He never said he didn’t love me. But honestly, he didn’t have to — actions spoke louder. It’s been months. I’m no longer hanging on to “what could’ve been.” I’m good now… well, mostly good. I’m in a healthy relationship. I’m learning someone new. He’s learning me. We’re doing okay. But every now and then, when insecurities come knocking — those questions still pull up uninvited like old ghosts. The Heartbreak Playlist Era Listen, I had my Lewis Capaldi phase. Don’t judge me 😭. That man’s music carried me through a season. “Before You Go”? Yeah, that one finished me. He (Capaldi, not my ex) was out here asking deep questions like “Was there something I could’ve said to make your heart beat better?” Meanwhile, my guy never even tried. Not a single “Are you okay?” text. Nothing. “Bruises” had me crying like I’d been dumped on Valentine’s Day. “Forget Me”? That was my national anthem for two months. And when I finally walked away, I used to wonder if he missed me. If he thought about me. But now? I don’t even care. This isn’t about Lewis Capaldi anymore — it’s about the wound I finally let heal. You Can’t Love Someone Into Loving You Let’s be real — you can’t convince someone to love you. You can’t pray, beg, or overthink your way into being chosen. Every time you try, you lose a small piece of yourself. I lost so much. There were days I couldn’t even eat. I lied to myself it was intermittent fasting, but the truth? I was just too heartbroken to swallow ugali. Healing wasn’t aesthetic. It was messy. It was crying in matatus while pretending to check your phone. It was deleting old messages, then re-downloading screenshots from Google Drive because you weren’t ready. 😭 But one day, I woke up and didn’t feel the urge to stalk him. Didn’t care if he saw my story. Didn’t even flinch when his name popped up. That’s when I knew — I was finally healing. He texted later, saying he hoped I’d never meet another “him.” Bro, same. 😂 He said sorry for not being clear. I just smiled. Younger me would’ve written a whole paragraph. Current me just turned off my data. Self Love Is Not a Buzzword; It’s Survival One thing about love — it only finds you when you’ve found yourself. Jipende kwanza. Take time to know you. Sit with your pain. Cry if you need to. Then glam up and keep living. Healing isn’t about pretending you’re over it; it’s about slowly realizing you deserve better. If you text him again — it’s okay. You’re human. Just promise yourself that one day, you’ll stop. Pick your pieces, the ones he dropped when he fumbled you, and rebuild yourself. Because baby, you will save yourself. You’re Still Being Written Life after heartbreak? It slaps in its own quiet way. You start doing the things you love again. You get back to your bag, your hobbies, your peace. You hang with friends, call your mum more often, maybe even learn to skate. You start laughing again. And yeah, sometimes memories creep in — but they don’t sting like they used to. You look at them like healed scars. Proof that you survived. So wherever you are — confused, crying, healing, or glowing — remember this: You are still being written. And the chapter that’s coming? Trust me, it’s your best one yet.