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The temple used to be a place of hope for us. When I brought her there, we weren’t just lighting joss sticks and bowing it felt like we were building something sacred. I thought our prayers were shared, our wishes aligned. We were so close to marriage, so close to having the life we had talked about so many times.
But all of a sudden, it changed. She fell in love with someone else, and I’m left standing here, wondering what went wrong. How does something that felt so solid, so sure, dissolve so quickly?
I come back to the temple, trying to make sense of it all. The scent of incense still fills the air, the same chants echo softly, but everything feels different now. The space that used to feel warm and full of promise now feels cold and empty.
I light the joss sticks, just like we did before, but my prayers are different now.
They’re not about a future together they’re about finding myself again, about learning how to live without her.It’s hard to accept how suddenly she moved on. The memories of us feel so vivid, yet for her, they’ve already faded. I feel lost, standing in the same places we used to go, caught between the past and the pain of her absence.
I know I have to move forward, but right now, I don’t know how. All I can do is stand here, hoping that, with time, the temple will become a place of peace for me again not a reminder of what I’ve lost, but a step toward finding myself.