The hurt that love brought

“There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled.”

For the past year or so, I’ve been living in ambiguity. Not knowing what was real. Second-guessing my instincts. Trying to make sense of things that never quite lined up.

It messes with your head, you know? Your body. Your sense of self. Nothing makes sense. I started to think I was going crazy carrying a weight I can’t even describe.

People say, “what you seek is seeking you.” Usually they mean purpose or some big life treasure. For me, it was the truth.

And once it’s revealed, you can never unsee it. And for me, for the first time in a long time the weight of ambiguity lifted. The downside: what was left wasn’t relief, it was emptiness. All the dreams, ideas, visions, hopes, and love… gone.

In an instant.

I’m grateful, but the price paid hurt. What’s left are echoes of what was supposed to be, but never was.

This isn’t a love story anymore. It’s about what love taught me, and the hurt it brought with it.

What’s next? I don’t know. But I do know the truth.

And it set me free…even if it left scars that will last a lifetime.