Love is love

I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the stranger in my reflection. There was a time I knew who I was, a time when my eyes held something more than emptiness. But now? Now, all I see is someone who survived but never truly lived. A ghost wearing my face, trapped in a body that no longer feels like home. I raise my hand, touch the glass, as if I could reach through and pull myself back from wherever I disappeared to. But nothing happens. Because some things, once lost, can never be found again.

I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the stranger in my reflection. There was a time I knew who I was, a time when my eyes held something more than emptiness. But now? Now, all I see is someone who survived but never truly lived. A ghost wearing my face, trapped in a body that no longer feels like home. I raise my hand, touch the glass, as if I could reach through and pull myself back from wherever I disappeared to. But nothing happens. Because some things, once lost, can never be found again.