To My Soulmate, Taken Too Soon -- A Rage-Filled Letter to the Universe

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You were thirteen. I was thirteen. And you were ripped from me like the world itself decided I didn’t deserve you. Right in front of me. I watched. I screamed. I did everything a scared, powerless kid could do, and it didn’t fucking matter.


You were supposed to be here. You were supposed to grow up with me. You were supposed to see me become all the things I wanted to be. We were supposed to fight about stupid shit, make ridiculous plans, dream about the future like the world would wait for us. And then the world said: fuck that.


And I have spent every goddamn day since screaming at it for it.


To the Universe, the World, Whoever the Fuck Is Listening



Do you know what it’s like to lose someone like that? To have your first love, your safest person, your soulmate, stolen from you by violence before you even knew how to process it? Do you understand the kind of rage, the kind of grief, the kind of hole it leaves in a thirteen-year-old heart?


You broke us.

You didn’t just take him.

You took us. The “us” we were supposed to be. The laughter, the inside jokes, the future we imagined. Every milestone that should have been ours together. Snatched. Gone. Vanished because you couldn’t let the world exist gently for a fucking second.


Fuck the universe for being so goddamn cruel.

Fuck fate for not giving us a fighting chance.

Fuck the world for pretending this is “just how life goes.”

I Am Angry Every Day


I am angry at the world. I am angry at myself. I am angry that I was powerless, that I had no control, that there was nothing I could do. I am angry that I learned too early that love doesn’t guarantee safety, that the people you trust most can be torn away in the blink of an eye.


And I am angry that everyone around me expected me to be “okay” after that. That they didn’t understand that the kind of grief that burns like this doesn’t go away. That it doesn’t shrink into a neat little box you can hide in your room and then forget.


I carry that anger. Every day. Every second. Every time I remember your laugh, your smile, the plans we never got to make.

I Miss You With Every Fucking Breath


I miss you in ways that are physical.

My chest aches. My stomach twists. My heart has a hollow echo that screams your name.


I miss you in the quiet moments. The dumb little moments. The mundane moments that would have been ours. I miss you in songs, in smells, in memories that were never supposed to exist without you being here to laugh with me.


I miss the person you were. I miss the person you could have become. I miss our future together. And the world expects me to move on? Move on?! Fuck that.

To My Soulmate

You were stolen from me, and there’s no coming back from that.


But I want you to know this: I carry you with me. Every heartbeat, every memory, every rage-filled tear is for you. You live in the way I love too hard. You live in the way I protect the people I care about. You live in my intensity, my loyalty, my grief, and my rage.


You shaped me before I even knew how to survive. You were my first love, my first safe place, my before. And I will never stop missing you.


And yes, I am furious. Furious at the universe. Furious at the cruelty that took you from me. Furious at every day I have to live without you in this world. But that fury is love too. It’s proof that you mattered. It’s proof that your life mattered. That your presence mattered.


I miss you every goddamn day. And I will keep missing you. And I will keep loving you. Even if it kills me a little every time.

Rage at the Universe

Fuck the timing.

Fuck the circumstances.

Fuck the violence that stole you.

Fuck everyone who pretends life is fair.


I refuse to forgive what cannot be forgiven. I refuse to let this pain be neat or sanitized or polite. I will scream it. I will cry it. I will swear it until the air runs out.


Because that is what love looks like after losing someone who was everything.

You Will Never Be Forgotten 🖤

You are part of me forever. Every choice I make, every love I give, every moment I survive carries a piece of you. And I swear, if anyone else tries to erase your memory, I will rage. I will protect it with every ounce of me.


You were my soulmate.

Taken too soon.

Loved too fiercely.

Missed too damn deeply.


I am surviving. But it’s raw. It’s jagged. And it will always carry you.


— Morgan, All of Me

“Some souls are stolen before their time, and the rage we carry for them is proof of how fiercely they were loved.” 🖤🔥

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