Releasing your inner slut

The air was thick with nostalgia, permeated by the scent of lingering memories. My apartment, formerly the sanctuary of solitude and peace, now stood as a poignant reminder of what had been lost. Every corner bore the traces of her presence; every crevice echoed the laughter shared between us. Yet, here I was, alone in the silence, drowning in the depths of sorrow as I confronted the reality of my shattered heart.

I had dated my girlfriend Amy for over 2 years, never once cheating on her, looking at another woman or even having fantasies about anyone else. We had grown close and I thought we had a future together. We were both successful professionals in our respective fields, and had phenomenal chemistry together. Then one day it happened, Amy disappeared for two weeks. She never answered her phone, her emails or even bothered to text me as she seemed to simply vanish.