A different version of me that never came into existence

Am I, in a way, mourning myself – the younger and less mature version of me who disappeared when Sharav came into my life?

I don’t think so, but I do think that I might be mourning a different version of me that never came into existence because Sharav’s presence in my life, and guidance of it, was so complete in shaping who I am today.

Maybe now I feel like I have to cope with being that version of me, a Sharav-less stranger, but without the previous 16 years of experience growing into that person.