i keep thinking about this: maybe love isnโt a destination or a possession but an influence. a force that changes your shape. that helps you become. and when itโs gone, it doesnโt mean youโve lost it. it means youโve absorbed it. the people who leave donโt take it with them. they leave it behind in you.
love is about transforming. about leaving someone better than you found them, even if you had to leave. and i hope iโve done that. i hope somewhere, someone is still listening to a song i showed them. still laughing at something i said. still drinking their coffee the way i do. we donโt belong to each other but we do belong to the versions of ourselves we became in each otherโs presence and in that way, we never truly lose anyone.
