This feeling has been with me for a while, just didn’t have the words for it until today
I carry the feeling that two beings of profound love created me, and then placed me here and stepped away. I have no memory of them whatsoever, only the ache of the absence of their love, and that longing is the only thing that keeps me going.
Sometimes I think they left just so I could learn to find my way back to them.. Like parents stepping back letting their child stumble forward so she can learn how to walk.
But god I miss it more than words could ever express.
I have realised that no worldly thing can fill this this void. Not even love as people typically know it. It is grander than anything I’ve ever experienced, yet I know it exists.
I catch fleeting glimpses of it.. in the kindness of a random person, in a gentle way someone addresses me. But it is always fragmented, buried beneath human ego, attachment, and fear. It feels like a tease.. a cruel breadcrumb trail meant to keep me searching..
I know it's out there, just beyond my reach.
I know I was once loved so completely and unconditionally, and somewhere in the fabric of reality I still am. But I can't feel it, I can't find it, and it hurts.
I feel like a little kid left behind, but I know I will forever remain devoted to the love that once held me. It cannot ever be replaced, and I don't think my soul could rest until I find it again.