12/10/2026
I don’t want to be the same person I was before I lost you.
Because that person had you.
That person woke up with you, came home to you, made plans around you, and moved through life knowing you were there.
So much of who I was existed because we were together.
You were part of my routines, my comfort, my happiness, my everyday life.
You weren’t just someone I loved. You were part of who I was.
And now, I have to learn who I am in a world where you’re no longer physically here.
I know I’ll never be the same without you.
But I don’t want to be.
Because being the same would mean pretending a part of me isn’t missing. And you were far too important for your absence not to change me. 🤍