Sometimes I wonder how you’re doing if life is gentle with you, if you’re finding your peace. I hope you are, truly. I wish you the best, even if we’re no longer part of the same story. I miss you in quiet moments, the way you made everything feel lighter, even when nothing was easy. Maybe I shouldn’t, but some feelings don’t just fade away. I hope you’re surrounded by kindness, by people who see you and hold you without judgment. I hope you’re chasing dreams that make your heart race and that your days are filled with small moments of joy. Sometimes I catch myself hoping you think of me too, even if just once in a while. Not to bring back the past, but to remember the good we shared. No matter what, I hope you’re happy. That’s what I really want for you.