A midnight poem sparked curiosity... 'You saw my spark, but not my flame' – He likely thought: "She's ending something that never began." But my words weren't a breakup letter – rather, a pivotal emotional expression. A declaration to myself: I won't let manipulative mind games shift blame or make me doubt my worth. Different conversations with different souls led me to this awakening... This morning, my Higher Power whispered: "A new day brings new beginnings." Yesterday's clarity hit me like a ton of bricks: I was on a journey with him, but he wasn't on mine. God showed me enough to forge ahead alone – and that's where the poem ignited. Not a breakup ode, but a fiery expression: My spark is lit, my flame burns bright – you merely chose not to feel the heat. Last night, I celebrated freedom with oxtails, rice, gravy, yams, and mac – a delicious farewell to emotional starvation. I'm feeding my soul now, and it's nour...