I still think of you every single breath, every quiet second.
you erased me… like I was nothing.
I ask myself why I can’t let go.
Why forgetting you feels like erasing the stars.
I’ve tried to hate you… but it’s impossible.
I chase distractions, but nothing fills the space you left.
You were the most beautiful soul I ever touched.
And somehow… we became a tragedy.
I know you don’t read these anymore. I tell myself that every single time I write these, every time I hear the keyboard clicks on my phone, and still… here I am. It’s been over a month since our last chapter in our story, the last page, and this month would’ve been three years. Three years of us. But now, I’m sitting here with silence where your voice used to live, with echoes where your laughter used to fill me. I miss you. I miss us. Not just the good parts, though Holy Sh** , I’d give anything for your laugh right now, but even the quiet, ordinary moments that made life feel extraordinary. The way your presence softened everything. The way you knew how to pull the weight off my chest without even trying.
I keep trying to move on. To forget. To distract. I try , God knows, I really really f**king try. But the truth is, you became a rhythm in my breath, in my life. I carry you everywhere, in memories, in songs, in random flashes of light that look like your smile.
I really don’t know how to let this go. My life doesn’t seem to want to. And maybe that’s the part that hurts the most, that I still love you in a world where you’re no longer mine. 💛💙💔
I’ve learned that some loves don’t end
they just change the way they breathe.
This love is quiet now, but it’s stitched into every soft hour.
You showed me that love could still live, even after the world broke it.
You made a garden bloom inside of ruins.
And even if I never walk those paths with you again,
I will still tend them.
Still honour them.
Still carry the feeling you woke in me,
like a secret,
tucked safe behind every heartbeat I have left.
My heart was never programmed to love twice
it found true love, and it imprinted on you.
You will always be my heart. 💛💙❤️
I feel this pressure in my chest that doesn’t have a name. It’s not rage. It feels like grief. It’s the weight of your absence pressing down where your presence used to live. It feels impossible to breathe through it. Not only because I miss you but because your ghost still lingers, clawing at my ribs , clawing to get out. Not a scream. Just your name, trying to remember how to echo. 💛💙❤️
I’m ugly because I love.
Too fully. Too deeply. Without guard.
I’m ugly because I care.
Even when I’m the only one left doing so.
I’m ugly because I need.
Not for attention but just to be seen.
I’m ugly because I stay.
When everyone else finds an exit.
I’m ugly because I remember.
Every word, every look, every silence that said more than speech.
I’m ugly because I hope.
Even when I know better. Even when it hurts.
I’m ugly because I feel.
Like storms under skin, like earthquakes in quiet places.
I’m ugly because I still believe
That love, real absolute love, isn’t meant to be clean or pretty…
But honest.
Messy.
Unapologetically human.
You probably don’t read these anymore. But if, by some chance, you stumble upon it, just know, I never stopped loving you. I don’t think I ever could. The thought itself is beyond me, beyond the limits of my existence. My mind isn’t wired to unlove you. It’s not a choice, not a feeling that fades. It’s simply what is. 💛💙❤️
Sunlight dances in her hair,
A laugh so pure, beyond compare.
Magic lingers where she stands,
Memories traced in gentle hands.
You’ll find love in all she shares.
💛💙❤️
When I think of you, I think of beauty.
When I think of you, I feel love.
When I think of you, my heart beats faster, yet my soul feels at peace.
When I think of you, I see light in the darkest moments.
When I think of you, I am reminded that love knows no distance.
When I think of you, I know I have found something rare, something real.
When I think of you, I just know you are everything. 💛💙❤️