It's become my routine to wake every day and let my mind remind my heart what it is and how far we've come.
I've been through the motions of this. Those days when "I tried my best" feels like an admission of failure instead of an honest assessment
I can see it for it what it is now, maybe with a smile or hint of pride. Those firsts all meant something, and the end doesn't take away a thing from it all.
Days go, the weight of it all doesn't feel as heavy as it did. The smiles become more genuine, and on some days, you think the laugh you can't recognize booming from your chest might just be authentic.
Time was never a prison or a source of pressure. Rather, an opportunity to be more than what you were despite all that's happened
And the answer is quite simple really:
The version of you that i almost loved as much as myself now only exists in my grief.
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 4:37 PM UTC
It's become my routine to wake every day and let my mind remind my heart what it is and how far we've come.
I've been through the motions of this. Those days when "I tried my best" feels like an admission of failure instead of an honest assessment
I can see it for it what it is now, maybe with a smile or hint of pride. Those firsts all meant something, and the end doesn't take away a thing from it all.
Days go, the weight of it all doesn't feel as heavy as it did. The smiles become more genuine, and on some days, you think the laugh you can't recognize booming from your chest might just be authentic.
Time was never a prison or a source of pressure. Rather, an opportunity to be more than what you were despite all that's happened
And the answer is quite simple really:
The version of you that i almost loved as much as myself now only exists in my grief.
