My Life Journey With Him :)

It wasn't love, or at least that's what I told myself. But still, there they were everywhere. The pieces of them scattered across the places I used to roam freely. In every corner of my life, I could feel their presence. A smell in the air, a familiar song on the radio, the places I once found peace. It was as if they had planted their fingerprints on the very spots where I had once felt whole, now reminding me of everything I had lost along the way.

I had thought I moved on, thought I had finally let go. But with every step, it seemed that the echoes of our past kept coming back, forcing me to relive moments I thought I had buried deep within me. It wasn't love, no. Love had a way of building of growing and creating something new. What I felt wasn't creation; it was a haunting. It was finding pieces of them in every shadow, in every quiet moment when I thought I had finally reclaimed myself.

Each time I revisited these places, I couldn't help but wonder if I had ever really left. If, in the end, I had just left parts of myself behind. I once thought that I was finding who I truly was again, but instead, I was finding fragments of a person who didn't exist anymore.

And that's the thing about loss it doesn't just vanish. Sometimes, it lingers in the places where you thought you would be safe. You think you're escaping, but really, you're just walking into the places where they've etched themselves into your story forever. And while I wasn't in love, there was something deeper: a piece of me that was still tethered to them. A piece of me still searching for them in the places I had lost myself.

Maybe it wasn't love, but it sure felt like a ghost, forever haunting the spaces that had once held me whole.