No, we don’t follow each other anymore. No, you’re no longer a part of my everyday life. But of course I still have love for you. Of course I still think of you. I still come across things that remind me of you, and for a fleeting moment I want so desperately to share them with you. But for both of our sakes, I don’t. Instead, I sit quietly with the reality of our ending.
Love doesn’t always disappear. Sometimes it simply changes form. It softens. It asks for nothing. It becomes gratitude instead of possession, remembrance instead of expectation. In my heart, you’ll always hold a special place, regardless of the season or the way our story ended.