Even in grief, my grandfather’s love never faded, and I find myself, decades later, still speaking to the one I lost, just as he did. Love like that doesn’t disappear. It lingers, growing stronger through absence, reminding me that real love endures, even when one of you is missing.

Before I really fell in love, I thought I was doing life right—following my gut, making intuitive choices. But I was mistaking survival for soulfulness. It wasn’t until love cracked me open—and then left me shattered—that I realised how starved I’d been. This is the story of grief, of soul connection, and of finding the lost girl inside me, waiting by an old tree, still holding on to hope.

A therapy session, a recurring dream, and the slow heartbreak of loving someone who won't choose you back. When will you really be done? Maybe not when you think. A quiet story about love, letting go, and the courage to choose yourself.