"Magic is not just what we do—it’s who we are. Open the door to the sacred within, and watch life transform."

I feel you… still. Not as possession, not as weight—but as the pulse of what is real. You carried what I was not ready to face. You loved...

From silence, love still speaks. He never meant to be a wound in your story. You weren’t a fleeting moment—you were the calm in his storm, the peace he didn’t know how to hold. He didn’t reject your love; he rejected the part of himself that felt unworthy. His silence wasn’t absence—it was fear. You changed him. Your love softened the stone within. Even if he never returns, your light is the sacred echo he carries still.