dear diary,

as i sit here with a heart full of bittersweet emotions, i realise that i am finally beginning to move on from the whirlwind of feelings that had ensnared me.

last night, i sought solace in the counsel of my friends. and as their words washed over me, a profound realisation dawned upon me: i had become too dependent on love, too intertwined in the illusion of a connection that existed solely in the realm of social media.

as i shed the layers of this self-imposed deception, a surge of strength coursed through my veins. unlike the tears that had freely flowed during my past heartbreak, this time, i remained dry-eyed, my resolve unwavering.

perhaps this difference stems from the fleeting nature of my infatuation, a realisation that my feelings were not as deeply rooted as i had initially believed. despite the transient nature of my emotions, i remain grateful for the experience, for him. it has served as a catalyst for self-reflection, prompting me to reassess my expectations and aspirations for future relationships. i have emerged from this ordeal with a renewed sense of self-worth and a clearer understanding of the love i deserve.

as i bid farewell to the vestiges of this digital romance, i feel a surge of liberation. the pictures, the screenshots, my locket - all remnents of an ephemeral connection - have been deleted, marking a decisive step towards healing myself.

it is time to embrace the future with open arms, my heart once again open to the possibility of genuine love. i am ready to embark on a journey of self-discovery, seeking a love that transcends the superficiality of social media and blossoms into a genuine and enduring connection.

time to move on, girl.