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My true partner will never feel like chaos I have to recover from.
I’ll never sit with doubt or loops of uncertainty.
They will feel like warmth returning to my body after a long winter.
They will understand the deepest parts of me without trying to silence them.
The intensity. The humour. The overthinking. The softness I hide behind strength.
With them, love will never feel like longing.
It will feel like being chosen clearly. Calmly. Fully.
There will still be passion - the kind that makes the world disappear for a moment-
but underneath it, something even rarer: peace.
A connection where I can laugh until I cry, unravel honestly, dream loudly, and still feel safe.
Not a love that consumes me.
A love that finally lets me rest ♥️

It’s okay to have loved people deeply even if it changed you.
Even if it ended.
Even if it hurt.
Even if part of you feels foolish.
Life is not about avoiding pain.
It is about allowing yourself to fully experience — the love, the grief, the longing, the transformation.
Some people leave.
But the fact you felt it at all means you truly lived

The world kept turning as if nothing had happened, but for weeks I cried quietly and deeply into my pillow, hiding the pain from everyone around me.

Not a single person knew how much I was carrying inside me over many, many months

It’s been over a year now and I still feel occasional shockwaves and sometimes that still stuns me because how can one soul leave such permanence on another?

I love my life. I know I’m fortunate.
But if I am being honest, part of me has been searching for traces of you in other people ever since

Not your face.
Not your voice.
Your essence.

And the feeling of being completely understood without having to explain a single thing.

Loving you felt like standing in the sea at night -
beautiful, magnetic, dangerous.

Some nights you felt like home.
Other nights I could barely keep my head above water.

I loved you with the kind of love that rewrites a person
the kind that stays in the body long after the story ends.

And even now in the quieter moments
part of me still turns toward you
like a compass that never learned a new direction

I still love you.
That’s the truth underneath all the silence

No matter how much time passes there are still moments where I feel you so deeply it physically aches.

I wish you weren’t so complicated and the situation wasn’t so complicated

What we had touched something ancient in me. But I also know now that I can’t ever sacrifice my peace, my mind, my emotions or my self-worth to survive it.

Still… I miss you.
Some days it feels manageable. Other days it sits in my chest like grief

Maybe you’ll know this is me. Maybe you won’t.
Maybe we were always destined to become ghosts to each other.

I just know that this Sunday my heart felt heavy with you again, and I needed you to know that.