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exploring the space between happy memories and painful endings |
| I sit here thinking about us… the memories we created. The happy moments that you gave me. I wonder where that went— how did we end up in tears and heartbreak? Was it a slow unraveling like thread pulled loose from a favorite sweater, or did it snap all at once and I just didn’t hear the sound? Somewhere between “always” and “forever,” we stopped choosing each other. The laughter grew quieter, the space between us louder. I keep replaying the good parts— the way your hand fit in mine, how your smile felt like home— trying to trace the exact moment home turned into something I had to survive. Maybe love didn’t disappear. Maybe it just got buried under pride, silence, and words we were too afraid to say. And here I am, holding memories like fragile glass, wondering if they were real or just beautiful illusions we both wanted to believe. But even in the ache, I know this much— what we had mattered. And losing it taught me how deeply I can love. |