There’s a quiet part of me that still reaches for you, even when I know you’re not there. It’s not loud or desperate, more like a shadow that follows me around, a whisper in the silence.

I miss the way your voice sounded when you were tired, the way you made ordinary moments feel like something I wanted to hold onto forever. Sometimes, I catch myself hoping you remember those moments too.

Maybe some longing just stays with us. Not because it hurts, but because it once made us feel alive.