You weren’t just a person; you were a feeling,
Part of every moment, every breath.
Fights and laughter, just being together—
A treasure I’ll hold onto forever.
You were the spring that brought me joy,
The bloom that made my life bright.
I did know those days would fade,
When the time came, we had to part, leaving memories in my heart.
I’ll hold you longer than I’ve known.
And now time has passed, and things have changed,
But that feeling, it still remains.
For your memory is my heart's true home.
I can let go of them, maybe someday,
But not the feeling—not ever.

I don’t want to remember the sweetest days—
not your smile, not your warmth.

I want to hold onto the days you hurt me,
the silence, the absence, the sharp edges of your words.
I want to hate you,
just enough to walk away without looking back.

But nothing is working.
Not hate, not forgetting.
Not even pretending.

Because deep down,
I know I never showed you—
not enough—
how much I loved you
in those days.

And now,
it’s terrible
to carry these feelings forward,
to move on with my heart still rooted
in yesterday’s soil.

I want to remember the bad days,
the cold,
the pain,
the distance—
anything but the way you loved me once.
Anything but the way
I fell.

Let me remember the pain, not the love.
Let me remember the hurt, not how deeply I loved you.
Because that’s what I need to survive this.

Through whispered words and silent sighs,
We built a world beneath the skies.
We fought, we hurt, we drifted far,
But still, you shined like a distant star.
No matter the battles, no matter the pain,
Your nearness was where my heart remained.

In moments of silence, we found our space,
In each other’s eyes, a familiar place.
Though words may fail, and time may flee,
Just being near you was enough for me.

Now in my dreams, you softly appear,
A presence that brings both joy and fear.
We reach for words we can’t quite say,
But your warmth stays, in every way.

I carry you with me, not in regret,
But in the love we shared, the things unmet.
No matter the distance, no matter the years,
You’ll always be close, in my heart, my fears.

In my dreams, you’re always near,
Your presence calm, your voice so clear.
We don’t speak much, but that’s okay,
Just having you close takes the pain away.
We try to talk, but words don’t come,
Yet I feel your warmth, like the rising sun.
It’s not what we say, but what we share,
In that quiet space, you’re always there.
I wake up wishing you could stay,
But I know dreams can’t lead the way.
Still, in my heart, you’re never gone,
A memory that lingers, quietly drawn.
I miss you more than words can say,
But in my dreams, you’re here to stay.
And though we can’t speak, I know it’s true—
In that silent world, I’m still with you.

It was just three years,
but it felt like a lifetime.
Not because of time,
but because of everything you gave.

You weren’t just a friend—
you were my safe place,
my loud laugh,
my quiet strength.

We didn’t need forever
to make something that lasts.
You left a mark,
like sunlight through trees—
soft, steady, unforgettable.

Even now,
when life moves on
and days look different,
a part of me still carries us.

Three years.
That’s all it took
for you to become
a piece of my forever.

We fought, we lost our way,
But I still remember the days.
Even through the hurt, the tears,
You were the one I held most dear.
No matter what we couldn’t say,
Just having you close, was enough, anyway.
In silence, in those quiet moments shared,
I knew you were the one who truly cared.
Now, when I dream, you’re still there,
A presence that comforts, beyond compare.
We try to talk, but words fall short,
Yet just being near, was the truest sort.
Time has passed, but I see it clear—
The warmth of your presence, always near.
Not in anger, not in regret,
But in the love we had, I won’t forget.

You’ve been strong for so long,
even when no one saw the weight.
You’ve smiled through storms,
held others while your own heart broke quietly.

But listen—
you were never meant to be an afterthought
in your own story.

You deserve the kind of love
you give so freely.
The gentle words,
the soft spaces,
the time to breathe and just be.

You don’t have to prove your worth
by being everything for everyone.
You already are enough—
not when you’re better,
not when you’ve healed,
but now.
Even in the mess.
Especially in the mess.

You’re allowed to rest.
To let go.
To choose yourself.

This world is better
because you are in it—
not just for what you do,
but for who you are
when you’re just being you.

So love yourself
like you would a child,
a friend,
a soul who’s learning
and still shining
even on the hardest days.

Because you are love.
And you have always
been worthy of your own.

I know our friendship wasn’t perfect.
I had my ego, my fears.
I held on too tightly sometimes,
and pulled away when I couldn’t take it.

There were moments I was angry—
angry because I felt unseen.
You said I never saw how much you loved me,
but there were times
it felt like my heart was being cut through
by a sword you didn’t know you held.

Still… those days felt like heaven.
You were my comfort,
my chaos,
my safe place,
my storm.

I felt like I belonged to you,
even when I was lost to myself.
Some days, I couldn’t imagine losing you.
Other days, I stepped back—
let you be who you needed to be,
even if it wasn’t with me.
So I stayed close… from a distance.

You were everything.

And maybe I didn’t show it right.
Maybe I broke more than I built.
Maybe my love was messy,
too much,
too loud,
too late.
But it was real.
Every bit of it.

And even now—
after all this time—
you are still the ache I carry,
the name my heart whispers
when no one is listening.