After Love Yourself, comes the silence of what’s left behind. You once filled that space with love, but when it’s gone, the outline stays.
Two hands still reaching, but the center feels hollow. Is it emptiness? Is it nostalgia? Or is it the reminder that self-love must carry you through even when someone else no longer can?
This piece is the continuation of the story: from learning to embrace yourself, to confronting the ache of absence, to realizing that even in what’s missing, you are still whole.
