It's been several months since my boyfriend broke up with me, but my heart still hasn't healed. Words like "time will heal" now feel empty. The pain still tightens my chest, leaving me with nowhere to run. Trying to forget these feelings, I buy matcha-flavored sweets every day, eating them whenever I get a moment. Their bittersweet taste brings back memories of him. To stop dwelling on the pain, sex is definitely the best remedy. It feels good, and moving my body helps me refresh—sex is like a sport. Nights with my ex felt like thrilling matches in bed, making every day more positive. Even now, I can't forget him, but today I want to compete with someone new for the first time. I live strictly for sports, including sex, and I'm searching for someone who can beat me. That's the only way I can move on. Today, despite feeling embarrassed, I'll fully show my pride as an athlete and try to heal my heart that still clings to him.