My Last Message
I wrote one final message to her. Not out of desperation, not to win her back, not even because the silence had become too loud. I wrote it because some things need to be said — not for the other person, but so your own heart can finally exhale. The message was sent months ago,…
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Hold on to the pain
There is a bench next to a pond I often sit at before ending my day. It’s quiet, secluded, peaceful. Sometimes I wish you were next to me. Sometimes I think about us. Sometimes it feels empty. And sometimes the same question returns like an old friend who never learned to leave: Do I miss…
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Enshrined
A quiet lament written in the immediate aftermath of letting go – when the world still carries your warmth, but it is no longer for me.
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