Reminiscing You, Until Then

Some memories don't hurt because they ended,
they hurt because they stayed exactly the same, frozen somewhere you can't reach anymore.

You remember the way it felt, not perfectly, but enough to know it was real.
And that's the worst part-nothing went wrong in your head. It just topped existing in reality.

You can revisit it a thousand times, replay every word, every silence, every small detail,
but it will never change, never continue, never grow. It was written, and whatever wrote it already closed the book.

People say "move on" like it's about forgetting,
but the truth is, you don't forget something that once felt like home. You just learn how to live knowing that you can only visit it as a memory now.

And no matter how badly you want to go back,
you can't rewrite something that was never meant to have another chapter.