Long-Distance and Lost Love

It's been three years since we first started dating. We were both in our twenties then, and it was like falling into a dream world where everything felt magical. We were inseparable for the longest time until work got in the way. I moved to another city for my job, and she stayed behind. At first, it wasn't too bad. We'd video call every night, send endless texts, and try our best to stay close despite the miles between us. But over time, those calls became less frequent, the messages fewer. It's not that I'm unhappy, I've made friends in my new city and found a good job. Yet there’s this void inside me, a constant whisper of what could have been if we hadn't let go. Last week, she proposed we should start seeing other people to explore our options. She said it wasn’t fair to keep me waiting when I deserve happiness too. It broke my heart but also made sense, because if she’s truly happy elsewhere, that's all I ever wanted for her. Still, I find myself missing the nights we used to spend talking about our future plans together.