LOVE & HEARTBREAK

There’s something about Love in your twenties.

It feels intense.

Real.

Like something you’ve been waiting for.

When it starts, it’s beautiful.

The conversations feel easy.

The connection feels natural.

The attention feels comforting.

You start to feel seen.

Understood.

Chosen.

And for a moment…

everything makes sense.

Love has a way of making the world softer.

Even your problems don’t feel as heavy.

Even your worries seem smaller.

Because now…

you’re not alone.

You begin to imagine things.

A future.

A story.

A “what if” that feels so possible.

And that’s the thing about love in your twenties…

You don’t just feel it.

You believe in it.

But somewhere along the line…

Things start to change.

The calls become less frequent.

The effort becomes inconsistent.

The energy shifts.

And you feel it.

Before it’s said out loud.

Before anything is confirmed.

You feel it.

You start asking questions in your head:

> “Did I do something wrong?”

“Am I not enough?”

“What changed?”

And slowly…

what once felt safe starts to feel uncertain.

This is where heartbreak begins.

Not always in one big moment…

But in small, quiet realizations.

The late replies.

The dry conversations.

The distance that keeps growing.

Until one day…

You realize you’re holding on to something

that is no longer holding on to you.

That realization hurts.

Not just because of the person…

But because of everything you believed it could be.

Heartbreak in your twenties is different.

It’s not just emotional.

It makes you question yourself.

You start doubting your worth.

Your choices.

Your ability to love again.

You replay memories.

The good ones.

The ones that made you smile.

And you wonder:

> “Was it even real?”

You try to understand.

You try to fix it.

You try to hold on.

But sometimes…

Love is not meant to be fixed.

Sometimes, it’s meant to teach you.

That’s the part nobody tells you.

Not every love story is meant to last.

But every love story leaves something behind.

It leaves lessons.

About boundaries.

About self-worth.

About what you deserve… and what you should never accept again.

It teaches you that love should not feel confusing.

It should not feel one-sided.

It should not make you question your value.

Real love doesn’t leave you guessing.

And as painful as heartbreak is…

It has a purpose.

It clears your vision.

It shows you what you ignored.

It helps you understand yourself on a deeper level.

Because after the pain…

Comes awareness.

You start choosing differently.

You start loving yourself more.

You start realizing that you don’t need to beg for love that should come naturally.

And slowly…

You heal.

Not all at once.

Not perfectly.

But gradually.

You begin to let go.

Of the memories.

Of the expectations.

Of the version of the story you held onto.

And in that process…

You find yourself again.

Your twenties will teach you a lot about love.

Not just how to give it…

But how to receive it the right way.

So if you’ve loved and lost…

If you’ve been hurt…

If you’re still healing…

You’re not broken.

You’re becoming wiser.

Because one day…

You’ll experience a love that doesn’t confuse you.

A love that doesn’t hurt you.

A love that feels right… without effort.

And when that happens…

You’ll understand why everything else didn’t work.

Victoria Oluwadamilola ✍️