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Tonight you are an echo in my soul, a faint whisper of what once was. Something that used to shine so brightly now quiet, almost unremarkable. I think of you from time to time. I speak of you to my new friends about lessons learned, about heartbreak survived. And sometimes I’m struck by a quiet curiosity. You, who believed in me so fiercely, who taught me more than you probably knew, who found joy in watching me grow. You were a chapter of my life that will never be erased. I

Humility is the absence of war within ourselves. As I stand in the spice aisle, frustrated that I don’t know more, afraid I’ll be seen as ignorant or lesser, I am reminded that the battles inside me still rage on even in the unseen and unfamiliar parts of myself. So what do I do? I fight back. I stomp my feet. I pout. Because in that moment I am thirteen again— unheard, unseen, disconnected from myself and from those who were supposed to teach me my value. Yet here I stand, a

If love is truly not built on reciprocity Then I hope my love gave you What you needed. I hope you took what you needed And learned how to live better, See better, Do better. Even if a part of me still screams and grieves— Because that love should have been mine. But it never would have been. It never could have been. You needed a different kind of love To keep moving forward. For that part of your becoming, I am grateful to have been present— Even when it cost me heartache.