A Well-Documented Heartbreak. Our season finale has come. And this… | by Isni S | Sep, 2025

It was nearly the end of February, my fav month, that I met this guy.

In the first hour we talked, I heard my heart say, “God, can he be the one?”

I liked how he talked. I liked his cheerful nature. I liked his dimples. I liked the fire in his eyes when he told me his dreams. I liked him.

I started journaling about him. Every single meeting.

Personality-wise, he was the one I was looking for. He was the one I thought I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. And I knew he wanted me too. “I don’t wanna lose you,” he told me.

But his background story surprised me. And my circumstances weren’t easier either. Suddenly, I realised the wall was too high. The distance was too far, literally and metaphorically. He knew it too.

But I didn’t want to lose without a fight. So I took my heart and brain to the battlefield. Along with him. Then I figured out, we lost the fight. Our lives’ complications won.

We had to say goodbye.

The heartbreak I never anticipated. Even before saying it, I cried rivers of tears. My heart ached. So painful.

I wrote him a letter. I read it to him. He didn’t cry, yet I saw his heart break right before my eyes. There went our farewell. We started with eating my cooking (I made him fried rice and mung bean sweet porridge), yet we swallowed the bitter reality at the end.

Our story didn’t last long. But month after month, my heartbreak stayed. Deep down, there was still part of me praying our story would change, that it would come to a happy ending.

Life kept going, and year passed by. I thought I had completely moved on.

Until last month. He, once in a blue moon, replied to my update. It was about my dream country, which I ended up not going to. “Happy you didn’t go. Otherwise we wouldn’t know you.” There was a spark when I read this.

Then last Saturday.

After so long, he posted a WhatsApp status. I saw it almost 24 hours after he did. A picture of him smiling, with his language written on it. I couldn’t understand, but I had a feeling. I translated it. And yeah, as I expected. It was an announcement of his wedding.

“Are you married?” I replied. But I didn’t need his reply to know the answer. I suddenly felt it coming again. The heartbreak. That night, I went to sleep feeling confused about my own feelings. Heavy rain with thunder was my lullaby, adding the natural dramatic effect.

“Done. Alhamdulillah,” he replied within hours, which I read as I woke up the next day. Yeah, I knew. But still, pain hit as I read it. I immediately replied, congratulating him and closing with the question, “Who’s this lucky woman?”

No reply.

For each day he didn’t reply, it was always a gloomy, rainy day. Morning to sunset. Again, nature added a dramatic effect to my sad scenes. And I allowed myself to grieve. Yesterday, after Asr prayer in my office prayer room, I prayed, “God, help me to let him go sincerely. But I do need closure, so please make him reply to my message.”

I got back to my desk, checked my phone. He replied.

My prayer was answered within minutes.

Immediately, my heart felt light. The weight lifted off. It was magical. I wrapped up my grieving, chose to be happy and grateful for our destiny.

Our season finale has come. And this post will be its last document.

And today, the sun has been shining all day. As if it knows I’m whole again.