Some stories aren’t meant to end—they just get left behind. You never said goodbye, not really. It was silence that did the leaving, and now her name lingers like a song you almost remember. The moments come back in flashes: the way she looked at you when she was trying not to cry, the laughter between arguments, and the promise you thought you had more time to keep.

You tell yourself you’ve moved on, but some people are never fully gone. They live in the spaces between your peace and your what-ifs.

“You didn’t lose me all at once. You lost me in the pauses, in the things you forgot to say—until I became a memory even you couldn’t hold onto.”