I miss you in a way that words will never touch — a hollow ache carved into every bone, every breath. If I could go back, armed with the weight of everything I’ve learned, I would’ve loved you slower, softer… more fully. I would’ve stayed present in the moments that mattered. You're living the life you always dreamed of, and in my heart, I know you deserve that happiness. But God, I really believed we were it — that no matter how far we drifted, the universe would always pull us back to each other. Letting go of that belief feels like trying to unlove you — and I don’t know how. But I’m trying. Even as every part of me still aches for you.


















