Home, or me🥺🌹

At first, he was nothing but a number, a ghost with no name, just a voice in my chats, a stranger knocking at my door. Then, he became “Hello😹🤍” because of how we met, because ours wasn't just fairytales, but wars of passion and fire because beginnings always wear disguises. Later, I called him “My Perfect Storm⚡️✨️🤍” not knowing storms don’t only kiss, they break. Not knowing I would find shelter in the same rain that drenched me to my bones. And now, he is back to “Mr Victor” the name his mother gave him, the name that carries no poetry, no emojis, no prophecy. Just the man. Just the ache. Maybe that’s the truest name of all. Maybe love stories are just names we rename, until the heart finally learns which ones were never ours to keep. But somewhere ahead, a new name waits one that will never need changing, because it will fit like home, and stay stay forever.