#magic princess

It’s almost been a year, and there’s still an empty space in me that I haven’t been able to fill. I still miss her. Her non-stop talking throughout the day was the best part of my life. She never made me feel like I was asking for too much, or that I needed to be someone I’m not. She made me feel seen.

And it was so easy to talk to her about anything. Things I never thought I could say out loud just spilled out when she was around. There was no fear of being judged, no second-guessing myself. I could talk to her about my worst days, my weird thoughts, my random dreams, and she'd just listen like it all mattered. Like I mattered.

That kind of ease? It's rare. Conversations with her felt like warm sunlight on a cold morning effortless, healing. She didn’t just hear my words; she understood the silences between them too.

It’s strange how silence feels louder now. Like every quiet moment echoes her absence. I find myself remembering the smallest things-her laughter at the most random times, the comfort of knowing someone was always there, even if we weren’t speaking.

She had this way of making everything feel less heavy. Like my thoughts weren’t too much, like I wasn’t too much. With her, I didn’t have to shrink myself. I could just be. And now, without her, even breathing feels a bit off. Like I’m here, but not fully. Like something is always missing.