I miss him more than I thought was possible, and sometimes it feels like a weight I carry alone. Memories of him linger in everything I do, in the spaces we shared, and in the quiet moments when I’m left with just my thoughts. It’s strange how someone can become such an integral part of your life and then, one day, be gone. The void he left behind is vast, and no matter how much time passes, it doesn’t seem to shrink.
I miss the way he used to laugh at my jokes, even the bad ones, as though they were the funniest things he’d ever heard. I miss the way his presence could light up a room, the way he made even the most mundane moments feel special. I miss the conversations that went late into the night, where we shared our dreams, fears, and every little detail of our lives. He was my safe place, my home, and now that he’s gone, I feel unmoored, like a ship adrift without an anchor.
It’s hard to reconcile how two people who once shared so much love can now exist in separate worlds. We are not together anymore, and there’s a finality to those words that I struggle to accept. I keep replaying the last moments we had, trying to understand where things went wrong, wondering if there was something I could have done differently. But no matter how many times I relive it, the outcome remains the same. We’ve become strangers, tethered only by the memories of what we once had.
There are days when I think I’ve moved on, when I convince myself that I’m okay, that life goes on. But then something as small as a song, a scent, or a familiar phrase will bring it all rushing back. I’ll find myself longing for him, for us, for the life we envisioned together. It’s an ache that I can’t quite explain, a missing piece that no one else can fill.
