Sometimes I sit and think…
how something so small, so short, can leave such a long shadow behind.
It wasn’t even a complete story.
No big promises, no dramatic endings.
Just a few moments… a few talks… and somehow, it became something I couldn’t easily forget.
Your love was short.
But the silence you left behind… it’s long. Very long.
I didn’t even realize when I started building my whole emotional world around those few moments.
It’s strange, honestly.
How a person becomes a habit without even trying.
I had dreams. Not big ones.
Just simple dreams… where you were there.
A small room, maybe.
A peaceful life.
I had already named that life after you in my mind.
Funny thing is… you probably didn’t even know.
And then, just like that, it ended.
No proper goodbye.
No explanation that made sense.
Just… silence.
People say time heals everything.
Maybe it does.
But some wounds don’t bleed outside — they stay quiet, somewhere deep inside.
And those are the ones that hurt the most.
There are moments when everything feels normal.
You talk, you laugh, you act like you're okay.
But then suddenly…
something reminds you of them.
And your heart just… slips.
It’s like falling again, but silently.
No one sees it.
No one understands it.
I still see you sometimes…
not in real life, but in dreams.
And it feels so real that for a second, I forget everything.
I forget that you’re gone.
Then I wake up…
and reality hits again.
That’s the worst part.
Not losing someone once —
but losing them again and again in your mind.
Sometimes I wonder…
did you ever feel even a fraction of what I felt?
Or was I just another chapter for you…
while you became a whole story for me?
Because honestly,
I was alone in this story.
You moved on.
Life moved on.
But something inside me stayed exactly where you left it.
Incomplete.
Unsettled.
It’s a strange feeling —
when love doesn’t end properly.
No closure.
No clear ending.
Just a quiet disappearance.
And maybe that’s why it still lingers.
Because incomplete things…
they don’t leave easily.
They stay.
Like a shadow.
Like a memory that refuses to fade.
And now I understand something…
Not all love stories are meant to be long.
Some are just meant to be deep.
Yours was short.
But it changed something inside me forever.
And maybe…
that’s what makes it harder to forget.
