The Magic You

I didn't study this.
I lived it.

I have lived through the kind of love that asked me to disappear. I have been the woman who almost was. I have stayed too long, given too much, and forgotten who I was somewhere in between.

I have known the slow grief of not recognizing yourself anymore. The years of becoming who other people needed. The quiet erosion of trust in your own voice — not because anyone took it from you, but because you learned to quiet it to keep the peace.

She was never gone. She was always there, beneath the layers. The work is remembering her.

I found my way back. Not by becoming someone new — but by remembering who I already was. I will sit with you until you remember her too.