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I don’t know when it started to shift from enjoying him to needing him. I can’t say I didn’t see it coming, because the hunger for his presence had been building since the ritually stained candles and broken mirrors of that night. But it hit me like drowning when I realized I was deliberately starving myself of everything else just to feel him again.
I stopped showing up.
Work emails went unread. My phone rang once from a number I didn’t recognize, my sister maybe, but I didn’t answer. I told myself I needed time and space from the world, but the truth was I needed him. Without him I was unraveling, craving those invisible fingers and that invincible weight pressing me into the pillows.
Days blurred past.
I slept in my bridal-slip of a robe, the one Manifestation Night had drenched
