I am haunted by memories of you—a phantom that clings to me, cursed and relentless. Every waking moment, I find myself ensnared by images of you that refuse to fade, even though every trace of you is gone. These memories seem etched into time, beyond forgetting. Though pain and creeping melancholia follow each step I take, the turbulence you caused has shaken me awake.

As hard as these past months have been, this disruption was a call to consciousness that I needed. I had given in to comfort, conformity, and stagnation. Ironically, I lost myself within you, transforming into someone I barely recognized—a mirage, an imposter of who I once was. In the pursuit of pleasing you, I lost my independence, my self-worth, and, ultimately, my own identity. You became my world instead of something that was meant to complement it.

But the danger lies in building a life around another person, for when they leave, so does that life. I realize now that by making someone else my existence, I neglected the one person I should have cherished most: myself. Without self-love and self-respect, I became a hollow vessel, dependent on someone else’s presence to feel whole. When that person departed, I spiraled, disoriented, wondering how to continue living.

I see now that reliance on another for validation, attachment to another’s soul at the cost of my own, led me here. We have no control over the souls of others; all we truly possess is our own. Beneath today’s pain, I understand that my soul—though bruised—remains untouched, unwavering, waiting for me to return.

Never let life kill your spark.