Heart to a stranger
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I left to find myself, but instead, I met a stranger-someone new and unknown.
Or maybe I'm just holding on to the memory of someone from my past.
I wrote this poem to share what it feels like to be caught between moving on and still missing what was. It's about feeling saudade-this deep, quiet longing-and trying to open up to someone new, even when it feels hard.
Am I ready to let go? Or am I just trying to fill a space left behind?
Dating this stranger is my way of figuring it out.
This poem is my way of being honest about the confusion, the hope, and the fear that come with loving and losing.
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