7d
Today, I took down the photos of us, images that once captured your smile, our laughter, our closeness, but now reflect only the distance between who we were and who we’ve become.
Today, I tucked away your gifts; the books you pressed into my hands and read out loudly in my mind, the small tokens of affection that once whispered of forever. Each one, a reminder of a love that has since withered, no longer nourished by our presence.
Today, I folded your favorite sweaters, still faintly carrying the scent of you, a scent that once filled my world with comfort, but now lingers like a ghost of what was. The sweaters, once wrapped around you like comfort, now drape in cold silence, and so I tuck them away, symbols of a warmth long gone.
Today, I put away the image of the way your hair caught the morning light. I let go of the thoughts of the lines on your face, the ones I once traced with love, now rest in the quiet spaces of my memory.
Today, I said goodbye to how your dog curled up on the couch; the silent witness to our long conversations. Those deep, winding exchanges where we unraveled the universe and found solace in each other’s thoughts are now sealed away with the rest.
Today, I pressed these memories to the edges of my heart; where they once brought me joy, but now they stir only hollow echoes of emotions that have long since faded.
In this act of release, I shed the weight of misplaced optimism; the futile questions that kept us tethered to a love story that no longer holds true.
Today, I am learning to let go of the version of us I once cherished, surrendering the past that occupies the space where new beginnings must take root. By clearing this path, I open myself; emotionally, spiritually; to what may come, to what I am now ready to receive.
Tomorrow, I will greet the future with open arms, free from what was, ready to embrace what could be. But for now, I create space for possibility, for love, for myself.
— Sincerely, Boris
Today, I tucked away your gifts; the books you pressed into my hands and read out loudly in my mind, the small tokens of affection that once whispered of forever. Each one, a reminder of a love that has since withered, no longer nourished by our presence.
Today, I folded your favorite sweaters, still faintly carrying the scent of you, a scent that once filled my world with comfort, but now lingers like a ghost of what was. The sweaters, once wrapped around you like comfort, now drape in cold silence, and so I tuck them away, symbols of a warmth long gone.
Today, I put away the image of the way your hair caught the morning light. I let go of the thoughts of the lines on your face, the ones I once traced with love, now rest in the quiet spaces of my memory.
Today, I said goodbye to how your dog curled up on the couch; the silent witness to our long conversations. Those deep, winding exchanges where we unraveled the universe and found solace in each other’s thoughts are now sealed away with the rest.
Today, I pressed these memories to the edges of my heart; where they once brought me joy, but now they stir only hollow echoes of emotions that have long since faded.
In this act of release, I shed the weight of misplaced optimism; the futile questions that kept us tethered to a love story that no longer holds true.
Today, I am learning to let go of the version of us I once cherished, surrendering the past that occupies the space where new beginnings must take root. By clearing this path, I open myself; emotionally, spiritually; to what may come, to what I am now ready to receive.
Tomorrow, I will greet the future with open arms, free from what was, ready to embrace what could be. But for now, I create space for possibility, for love, for myself.
— Sincerely, Boris
