October 22, 2025

You know, even though I’ve managed to find a job, I can’t seem to focus, my thoughts keep circling back to the past, to you, to everything I’m supposed to let go of… and the cruel truth is, part of me doesn’t even want to.

No… I do want to. I know I should. What’s the point of holding on when you’ve made it clear you don’t want to be mine?

But I can’t. I just can’t.

I crave warmth, the kind that feels like home.

I want to give, to share, to love, not in fragments, but wholly, without restraint.

And now my body mirrors my heart… my blood pressure rising, my head throbbing, as if it’s protesting against the weight of everything I’m still holding inside.

You are the most beautiful person in the world, not because there are no others, but because I simply can’t see anyone else.

They exist, maybe they’re even better, but I’m blind to them.

I see you.

The rest… I try to shift my gaze, to move on, but my eyes, my heart, refuse. They only see you. I hate my heart…