The World Without You

I’ve been to so many places, seen so many wonders, and yet I keep coming back to this thought: what’s the point of having the world if you’re not sharing it with the one you love? It’s a strange thing, isn’t it? To be given a second chance at life, only to realize that the life you want isn’t about the places you go or the things you see—it’s about the person you’re with.

Sometimes I close my eyes and I can still feel his arms around me, hear his voice whispering in my ear. He let me go because he loved me, because he wanted me to live even if it meant living without him. And I did live—oh, how I lived! I chased sunsets across continents, danced on foreign shores, and laughed until my sides ached. But through it all, there was this emptiness, this ache that no adventure could fill.

Now here I am, standing on the edge of a future I never thought I’d have. The world is mine for the taking, but all I can think about is whether he’s still out there, whether he still feels the same way. Does he still love me? Does he still want what we always wanted? Because the truth is, having the world means nothing if you don’t have the one you want to live in it with. And I’m ready to find out if our story still has chapters left unwritten.