Some losses arrive like a storm you can see coming. Others arrive like a blow to the chest — sudden, disorienting, and cruelly silent.
A dear friend of mine recently experienced the kind of heartbreak that has no name. She lost someone she loved deeply — someone she had been hoping to build a future with — before they ever had the chance to meet in person. They had a real connection, so full of promise. They spoke every day, planned their first meeting, and imagined a life that felt within reach.
And then, without warning, he was gone.
She didn’t receive a call. No message. No explanation. She found out two days later through a Facebook post — the kind of discovery that utterly shatters something inside you.
I wrote this piece with her in mind. I’ll share it here though I rarely share a full piece.
This tribute is for her. And for him. For the love that lived, even if it never got the chance to unfold fully in the physical world.
It is her voice, her ache, her truth — shaped into words she can hold onto when the silence feels too loud.
A Tribute to E.
I lost a piece of my soul I didn’t even know was there.
Now I feel so empty I can barely function.
I loved you so deeply that the thought of doing life without you feels unbearable.
Just yesterday, we had plans — plans of finally seeing each other,
Plans of closing the distance between us.
But today, you’re gone, never to speak to me again.
All I have left are the memories of us talking all day,
Laughing, whispering sweet nothings, and building a future that was never meant to be.
It hurts so bad. This pain is insurmountable.
I don’t know what to do without you.
Every time I close my eyes, I see you — and the tears come like floodgates breaking open.
Who am I, a mere mortal, to question God?
I loved you. I needed you still.
But God must have needed you more.
Tell me how to process this loss,
‘Cause I have no idea where to begin.
Forty‑eight hours ago, I had hope.
Now I have nothing — except the hope that someday, somehow, we will meet again.
Why did you have to go so soon?
Before I could truly know you?
Before I could hold you?
Before I could look you in the eyes and tell you how much I loved you?
What becomes of our future now?
What becomes of all the plans we made?
What becomes of little CJ?
My heart breaks for me, but it breaks even more for him.
This is an abyss that can never be filled.
It feels like a double‑edged sword has been driven through me — and I don’t know how to pull it out,
Because either way, I bleed.
It hurts so deeply. I am lost without you. You truly completed me, E.
Grief is not a straight line. It is not logical. It is not polite. It does not wait for the right moment.
But love — even the kind that ends too soon — leaves traces that time cannot erase.
If you are grieving someone today, may you find a small corner of peace in knowing this: your love mattered, your connection was real, and your heart is allowed to break.
And when you are ready, even if slowly, even if quietly, you will rise again.
