It Wasn’t Love, But Damn, It Felt Like It

A retrospective rant from the emotional frontlines. This one’s for the overthinkers who fell for someone who never actually showed up — just popped in occasionally to stir your feelings like a seasonal barista and vanish before it got serious. It wasn’t love, but it hijacked your brain like it paid rent. Call it passion, call it pain — either way, you journaled through it like a champ.