Multo

Lately, I've seen posts asking—"Who is your multo? Or should I ask—what are your multo?" As I listen to Multo by Cup of Joe, I can’t help but feel like it was written for people like me—people who are still haunted by something... or someone. "𝙃𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞 𝙣𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙖, 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙬 𝙢𝙤 '𝙠𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙗𝙞." Yeah. That line? It’s real. I thought I was okay. I thought I had moved on. But the truth is, I'm still haunted by a person I met in 2022. He ghosted me. Just disappeared. No goodbye. No closure. And up to now, I still ask myself what went wrong. It's weird how someone who’s no longer in your life can still have that kind of hold on you. Sometimes I wonder if he even remembers me, or if I was just a passing moment for him—while he became this permanent ghost in my story. "𝙋𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞 𝙣𝙖 𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙬, 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙖 '𝙠𝙤 𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙤." Even in my quiet moments, when I’m trying to find peace, it hits me. The memory of him. The pain. The confusion. And most of all—the questions I’ll probably never get answers to. I guess that’s the thing with multo... they don’t knock. They don’t warn you. They just stay. And just when you think you’ve finally let go, they remind you that a part of you is still stuck in that moment. And maybe the most painful part? He moved on. And I’m still here—haunted.