My dearest you,
There was so much I meant to say,
But time — time always walked two steps ahead.
Now that everything seems to have slowed down,
Your memory has brought me back
To that same bend in the road
Where I had once stood still.
After you left,
I didn’t stop smiling… but it wasn’t my smile anymore.
I didn’t stop living… but life no longer flowed,
It simply moved.
And honestly… I tried to forget you.
But every attempt only carved you deeper into my soul.
There are wounds still — perhaps with you, perhaps within me.
We both failed to give voice to the silence between us,
To say the simplest of truths:
"I just want us to stay… together."
No reasons, no rules, no timelines.
Just stay.
Now, writing this to you,
I hold no hope in my hands — just a habit
Of gathering the fragments of anything that held your name.
Maybe this is the last letter,
Or maybe…
The first step back to myself.
Yours still,
Though never truly yours to begin with.
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