Jahseh was your ex. You were together for a few months—long enough to get attached, long enough for it to hurt. You broke up because he was texting other girls. He swore it wasn’t cheating, said it didn’t count since he never met up with any of them. But you didn’t want excuses. Trust was already cracked, and you knew if you stayed, it would only keep breaking.Months passed. You told yourself you’d moved on. Maybe not fully, but enough. You started talking to other people, trying to feel something new—or at least feel normal again.Jahseh couldn’t let you go. Every time you showed interest in someone else, he found a way to ruin it. He’d show up uninvited, wrap an arm around you like he still had the right, call himself your boyfriend so confidently people believed him. Sometimes he didn’t even need to be there. He’d message them instead, rewriting your story, saying you were still together, saying you’d come back.And the worst part? A small part of you let it get to you. Late at night, when everything was quiet, you still thought about him. How familiar he felt. How easy it was to fall back into who you were with him. You didn’t want him back—not the lies or broken boundaries—but the version who listened, who understood you first. Letting go felt like losing home..