Rona pada Kanvas Kusam / Ink on a Fading Canvas
2 parts Complete Preface/Prakata
I'm incapable of keeping my pain hidden. I can't keep forcing myself to pretend it's okay when it's not. This feeling is haunting me. It feels like living with a ghost - most of the time it's quiet, but sometimes it hits like a wave, unannounced, pulling me back into the last conversation we had and the endless what-ifs, exhausting me.
My mind replays possibilities that can't exist anymore, trying to make sense of something senseless. Maybe this is a sign that my heart is trying to process something it never got closure for.
As time passes, I've learned that the goal isn't to stop thinking of you - that will never fully happen. Instead, it's to learn to observe the memories without being pulled into the storm.