Lost love is something almost all of us can relate to. An ex, an old friend, someone who once felt like home. 

We used to laugh for hours at our favourite coffee shop, linger on late night calls, share the kind of raw truths that only surface in the dark… but we’re strangers now. 

It’s a bittersweet ache that gnaws at us both in silence and noise, in the questions we never got to ask: Did they pass that test? How’s the new job? Are their family okay? 

It hurts in a way that feels deeply personal yet strangely shared. It’s woven into the very fabric of human existence; love and loss bleeding into each other like watercolours on a page.

It’s fleeting, imperfect, and deeply meaningful all at once. 

What follows are small fragments of that experience, anonymous notes from people who have felt it too.

Things left unsaid, things people wished their person knew. We hope, in reading them, you feel less alone.

Look after yourself, Pomegranate x