There are stories we outgrow slowly, and there are stories we shed all at once. For me, the karmic cycles tied to past love didn’t break through a single moment or a dramatic goodbye. They fractured and reformed through years of repeating the same spiritual, emotional, and physical lessons - a loop that ran like clockwork every single Mercury Retrograde. While most people revisit their past through memories, mine revisited me in the flesh. At my door. In my life. In my arms.