Everything means Nothing

I’ve always knew who I was. Never did I once doubted my intuition or intentions.

After I met my first love, the kind that ignites an intense, burning, passion inside. When you gaze into their eyes you become mesmerized by their soul gazing back at yours kind of love…I completely lost myself. My love for him became more than a love for myself, all of my attention was on him. He never got to experience the amazing, strong, fun, educated, genuine person I am because I was more focused on learning every deep dark aspect of him.

When we broke up, I realized how disconnected I had become to myself, which made me disconnected to everything else. That love was my everything. Everything I once knew and was secure about now vanished. Our love was everything, considering I put it first without even realizing how deeply I was falling. The thing was, he never even acknowledged it because he was interested in someone else the whole time.

After we separated, he immediately went to her. As if our love was nothing. As if I was nothing. I was left alone, abandoned, without a care from him. I had no more of him or myself. At the end of the day, all you have is yourself. The most important thing is knowing who you are. All that matters is that you’re confident and connected to yourself, because once you connect to yourself, then and only then can you connect with everything else.

That is everything; yourself and knowing who you are. I lost my everything, and to him it meant nothing. Someone’s everything is another person’s nothing. That experience and what I once thought was my everything… was actually nothing.