How to Stop Loving Him
Poetry by Jar’Riel
Nobody tells you
that love doesn’t leave
just because someone did.
Nobody tells you
that the heart can hold on
long after the hands have let go.
So you wake up each morning
trying to forget him,
and somehow
you remember him more.
In songs.
In quiet moments.
In the spaces between
what you hoped for
and what actually happened.
You ask yourself,
“How do I stop loving him?”
As if love were a light switch.
As if healing had an off button.
But maybe the goal
was never to stop loving him.
Maybe the goal is to stop
loving him more than you love yourself.
To stop sacrificing your peace
for the possibility of what could have been.
To stop rereading chapters
that are no longer being written.
Because sometimes
the person you miss
isn’t who they are.
It’s who you believed
they could become.
And sometimes
the future you grieve
never actually existed.
So little by little,
you stop feeding the ache.
You stop checking.
Stop waiting.
Stop creating excuses
for someone who isn’t choosing you.
And one day,
without even noticing,
his name doesn’t hurt as much.
His memory doesn’t own the room.
The tears don’t come as quickly.
Not because you stopped loving him overnight—
but because you finally started
choosing yourself every day.
And that’s how it happens.
Not all at once.
Not dramatically.
Just slowly.
Quietly.
Gently.
Until one morning
you realize
you no longer need him
to be okay.
And that’s when love
finally loosens its grip.
Not because your heart became cold.
But because it became free. 🕊️❤️






















be careful who you give your love, soul band your peace to