It has been three years since I met you,
and every day since has been a blessing.
Life teaches us to hold on, to let go,
but love—love is a force that lingers,
never fading, never breaking, just shifting
like the wind that carries whispers of the past.
February 22, the day we began.
Twos follow me like echoes of fate,
a number that feels like home,
like completion, like destiny’s quiet promise.
2023 didn’t end as we dreamed,
the three of us dwindled to two,
and you—now only a memory
I hold in my hands like fragile glass,
precious, unyielding, eternal.
Yet even in distance, I find solace.
watch the same trees sway,
stand beneath the same sky.
The moon that sees you, sees me too,
and somehow, that makes me feel less alone.
maybe away, maybe closer to you.
our separate paths weaving towards a truth
we are meant to understand in time.
Perhaps we are still the two
we were always meant to be.
you are the name that still lingers
in the quiet corners of my heart.
You are the warmth behind every raindrop,
the whisper in every fallen leaf.
Time will tell if we find our way back,
or if love was meant to be lived in chapters,
rather than in an unbroken line.
I only ever wanted what was best for us—
to love you as I was meant to,
To be the hands that soothe your weary soul,
the arms that welcome you home,
the love that stands unwavering through time.
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