it’s strange, isn’t it? we had it all for a moment. not forever, not endless promises, just a season where i got to love you and call you mine. and yet, even after it ended, it feels like you still linger in everything. you’re in the songs i hear, in the places we went, in the small details of my day that somehow bring me back to you.
they say time heals, and maybe it does, but no one tells you about the in-between. about the quiet ache that comes when i’m doing nothing, when i suddenly remember your smile, your scent, your eyes. no one warns you that even after months, the heart can still skip at the memory of someone who is no longer there. i thought i was moving on, and for a while, i really believed i did. but then, a song plays that reminds me of us, and suddenly everything comes rushing back. it’s like my heart doesn’t want to let go, no matter how hard i try.
with you, i felt peace. i felt seen in a way i didn’t know i needed. you made me comfortable in my own skin, like i could be everything i was and still be enough. it wasn’t just love, it was friendship, it was trust, it was the kind of closeness people search their whole lives for.
and then there was that one time i saw you again. just once, but it felt like every step forward i made vanished in an instant. in that moment, i was back on the night you left me. all the progress, all the healing i thought i had, it faded. i realized how much i still missed you, how much you still mean to me.
and now, without you, there’s a space i can’t fill. i tell myself i should be okay, that i should be moving on, but the truth is, i still miss you. not in a desperate way, but in the quiet way someone misses home. i miss how easy it felt to be around you. i miss the us that no longer exists.
sometimes, i wish we had one more day. not to fix things, not to beg for anything back, but just to sit with you again, to laugh, to be us, even for a little while. just to say, “thank you.”
because even though it hurts now, i wouldn’t erase it. if i had the choice, i’d still choose you. i’d still choose the moments we had, no matter how short they were.
maybe that’s what love really is. not forever, not always, but something that leaves a mark so deep that you carry it with you long after it’s gone.
and that’s what you are to me, yasmine. a mark on my heart i’ll never forget.