This was written during a season when everything felt like it was shifting beneath my feet. I had relocated to Florida for a new opportunity and brought someone with me, believing we were building something that would last. What was meant to be a fresh start slowly unraveled. When the relationship ended, I found myself alone in a small apartment in Boynton Beach, far from family and far from anything familiar — trying to make sense of how something that once felt certain could disappear so quietly.
