There are some people in life, with whom even if the relationship ends, it does not end completely. Even if there is no love, they remain dear in a corner of the heart. Because love does not mean being together all the time, love does not mean not talking every day, not hugging each other. Sometimes a little memory, a habit, a dependence is deeper than love.
Time changes, relationships change, people change. Someone was once very close, but is no longer there. Still, on his birthday, I remember him, when I listen to a song, his words suddenly come to mind. It is not that there is still love, nor that I want to bring him back. But some feelings remain in the mind. As if there is no complaint about him, yet there is no answer. Many times, the relationship ends because of reality, not of their own will. Both wanted to be together, but life does not fulfill all their desires. With time, you have to walk in a different path. But the importance of that person never decreases. There is a special respect, gratitude, and affection for him.
The person may no longer be a part of my life, but he was, is, and will always be. The time spent with him, some small moments, some unspoken words, all have created a feeling. Which is still etched in my mind even though it is gone. To say dear does not mean just the person next to me. Dear means someone whose memory makes my heart flutter, a slight pressure in my chest. Someone whose name makes me pause for a second even today.
Even if there is no love, some people remain dear. There is no pride for them, no complaints, just a kind of calm recognition. They may not come back, it is not right to come, but they do occupy a place in my heart. This is probably the strange beauty of life. Not everything has to be there, some feelings only remain in my heart, silently, unconditionally.
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