𝓒𝓱𝓻𝔂𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓾𝓶 (𝚁𝟷𝟾 - 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢)
As we go through life, we meet people who leave pieces of themselves within us. They touch our hearts in ways we never expect, changing us little by little until we become someone different. Their footprints stay with us, reminding us that no matter how much we want to, we can never go back to the person we used to be.
And then, there was him.
We found each other at exactly the right time, as if our paths had always been meant to cross. Loving him came naturally, and in his arms, I found a place that finally felt like home. For a while, everything made sense. It felt like the universe had written our story long before we ever met.
But even the most beautiful stories can fall apart.
Without warning, the life we built together slowly slipped through our fingers. The dreams we held onto, the love we shared, and the future we imagined became fragile, breaking apart piece by piece until all that remained were memories.
He was the one who taught me how to love.
But standing here in the silence he left behind, I realized he had forgotten to teach me the hardest part...how to let him go.
Some days, the weight of missing him is almost too much to bear. Still, I'd choose this pain over never having loved him at all, because every ache is proof that what we had was real.
I'd trade my everything for just one more moment with him, for even a fleeting moment holds more joy than a lifetime without knowing him.