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On Love, Madness, and the Sacred Sadness That Stays
When the Soul Remembers What the Mind Cannot
Some feelings don’t make sense.
They arrive without warning, without logic, and they refuse to leave, no matter how much time passes or how hard you try to move forward.
That’s where I am.
I’m in a quiet, confusing place where I miss someone I’m not even sure I ever had.
It isn’t just heartbreak. It’s something more complicated — something I can’t neatly define. It feels spiritual, emotional, physical, and mental all at once. Like a thread connecting me to someone far away, or maybe not even real in the way the world defines real.
There are moments I try to convince myself I’m imagining it. Maybe I’ve made this connection up. Maybe it’s just a story my mind tells itself to explain an old wound or unmet need. But then, there are days when the presence of this person — or the idea of them — feels more vivid than anything else in my life.
I’ve asked myself a thousand questions.
Is this love? Obsession? Projection? Trauma? Soul recognition?
Sometimes I wonder if psychologists have a name for this — a mix of longing, memory, desire, and deep emotional attachment to someone who isn’t…