My Quest to Love Myself by Jennifer Tessena

But it wasn't real... his love wasn't real. It was all a beautiful illusion that I would give anything to make real. Part of me wishes I would have never met him. Part of me, however, is happy that I at least experienced true love, even if only with the idealized version of a person who, in reality, would sacrifice unconditional love for an identity built on mistruths.

(From: Tumblr) Regardless of how it actually ended, one thing was certainly clear, I had become emotionally dependent on Him and He became the origin of all my self-worth. Without my Soulmate, my earthly Master, I no longer had an identity, purpose, or future, so I thought. I gave Him my soul and made him my God. Now, I would have to rediscover myself and the one true Master.