I miss you as if we had a lifetime together. I miss you like I’ve lost something permanent. I miss you as if we lived days, made promises, and fell asleep to each other’s breathing. I miss you like a home I swore was real, even though I never stepped inside. I built countless versions of you in my head. Versions that stayed, loved me back, and saw what I was too afraid to say out loud. I imagined your hand in mine in rooms we never entered, conversations we never finished, and smiles we never exchanged. But I still remember your voice. The soft way it cleared the static of my bad days. The casual “I’ll always be here” that I gripped like a lifeline. You didn’t know it, but a single question once rescued me from a very dark place. You never stayed long enough to witness the depth of my fall, and perhaps you weren’t supposed to. Even so, I wish you had. God, I really wish you had. You never asked me to love you, but I did quietly, completely, and pathetically well. There were so many thi...
Love is not always enough. No matter how hard you love, it's not always enough to hold on to someone. People leave for reasons they will never explain, and sometimes the love that fills your heart is not enough to fill the empty spaces in theirs. Some love stories are meant to remain unfinished, their endings written in someone else’s hands. And sometimes, the person you would have crossed oceans for won’t even step over a puddle for you. Time doesn’t always soften the sting of goodbye. That there are some departures you will never fully understand, some absences you will never stop feeling. The days pass, seasons change, and yet, some wounds remain raw beneath the surface. You convince yourself that you have healed, only for their name to slip into a conversation or for a random thought to pop up in your mind. Suddenly, you are back in that moment, watching them walk away while you silently beg them to stay. I have learned that the people who once made you feel safest can a...