Letters from Xhale the magazine Words that breathe. Stories that Linger,

I lost myself the day you said you couldn’t love someone like me.
That single sentence became a storm—beautiful from a distance, devastating from within. It awakened something dark, carrying away what remained of my last clear conscience. Your words echoed so deeply through my mind that I accepted them as truth. I signed my name beneath them, convincing myself I had become exactly who you believed I was.

But what about you?