Love is one of the most powerful emotions we experience as human beings. It has the ability to bring immense joy, connection, and fulfillment. It can make us feel like we’re on top of the world like nothing else matters as long as we have that one person by our side. But love also comes with its opposite—heartbreak. But, when love is lost, it can feel like the world is crumbling beneath our feet.
When I was writing The Desire of the Ghost in Me, I wanted to capture the rawness of love and heartbreak, the way they can both shape us in ways we never expected. Paris, the main character, experiences love in its many forms—romantic love, familial love, and even the love of self. She learns, like so many of us do, that love doesn’t always last, and that heartbreak isn’t just about losing someone; it’s about losing a part of yourself.
Heartbreak is a different kind of pain. It lingers. It doesn’t go away with a good night’s sleep or a few tears. It’s the kind of pain that sneaks up on you in the quiet moments, when a familiar song plays, or when you pass by a place filled with memories. For Paris, heartbreak isn’t just about romance—it’s about the people who left her behind, the ones who were supposed to stay but didn’t. It’s about her mother, the men she trusted, and the version of herself she had to let go of.
What I find most powerful about heartbreak is that it forces us to change. It forces us to either grow or let the pain consume us. Paris goes through that transformation, slowly and painfully. She questions herself, wonders if she’s enough, if she’s worthy of love. Haven’t we all asked ourselves those same questions at some point?
But this book isn’t just about heartbreak—it’s about healing. It isn’t as simple as moving on or finding someone new. Healing is a process, a slow, sometimes agonizing journey of rediscovering yourself. Healing is about learning to live without the person or the love you lost. It’s about realizing that your worth was never tied to that person in the first place.
For Paris, healing isn’t linear. She stumbles. She makes mistakes. She tries to numb her pain but little by little, she starts to reclaim herself. She realizes that heartbreak doesn’t mean she’s broken forever. She learns that love isn’t just something you receive—it’s something you give, especially to yourself.
That’s something I hope readers take from this book. That even when love is lost, you are still whole. That heartbreak doesn’t define you, but how you heal from it does. And most importantly, that love, even after heartbreak, is still worth it.
If you’ve ever loved, lost, and struggled to heal, Paris’s journey is one you will relate to. Read The Desire of the Ghost in Me and take this journey with her.
