Lost in a Dark Paradise

 The Silence He Left Behind

All my friends tell me to move on, to let go, to breathe. But how can I when a part of me was ripped away without warning? One moment, he was here—his presence filling the spaces in my life that now feel unbearably empty. And the next? Silence. No explanation. No goodbye. Just a void where he used to be.

It feels like insanity creeping in. Like I’m trapped in a dream where he still exists, where he’s still mine, but every time I wake up, reality slaps me in the face. There’s no remedy for this kind of pain. No words that can dull the sharp edge of abandonment. No closure, just echoes of his voice in my head, his laughter laced with memories that won’t let me rest.

He took a part of me with him, a part I don’t know how to get back. I keep replaying our moments, trying to find the point where it all went wrong. Did I miss the signs? Did he ever care the way I did? Or was I just another fleeting presence in his world, easily left behind?

I wish I could be angry. I wish I could hate him. But all I feel is loss. A loss so deep it feels like drowning. Like being stuck in an endless, dark paradise where I can see him, but I can’t reach him. And I don’t know how to wake up from this.

Maybe I don’t want to.

- Onnaya