Last year I fell in love. So deeply, I had no idea that it was possible. And after a month he left. For all kind of reasons. And I fell. And I kept falling. I saw the bottom of my existence. I cried my heart out. I had no idea how to find myself back again. How to fill that hole in my heart. I slowly started to realise that he didn't make that hole. It had always been there. And I started to heal that hole. To fill it up with self love. To just be. Be me. And I started to feel my own power, my flowerpower, my warrior heart. I lost my feelings of dependency on him, the one I love so deeply. The one who still mirrors me, who still shows me my deepest pains that I need to heal. In every single detail. And I am grateful because it helps me to grow. To stay in my own power. I fall down that hill and I climb up. Every time and again. I am starting to feel whole. Again, after so many lifetimes. And that's a huge gift. That he gave me. That I gave myself. To be me.