There was a time when I believed that forgetting someone was impossible.
Not because that person was always around me, but because they had settled somewhere deep inside my thoughts. Every road reminded me of them. Every evening carried a memory. Even small things—a song, a scent, a familiar phrase—could bring their face back into my mind.
I used to think that love was about holding on. That if you truly cared for someone, you would never stop looking for them in crowds, never stop hoping for a message, never stop waiting.
Then life taught me something different.
One evening, while watching the sun disappear behind the mountains, I realized how strange human hearts are. The same heart that once beats wildly for someone can one day become silent. Not because love was fake. Not because memories disappeared. But because exhaustion finally replaces hope.
I remembered a story I once heard.
A traveler was crossing a vast desert. In the distance, he saw what looked like a beautiful lake. He walked toward it for hours, thirsty and desperate. But every time he got closer, the lake moved farther away. It was only a mirage.
Still, he kept chasing it.
Days passed.
His feet were wounded. His strength was fading. Yet he continued because he believed that the next step would bring him closer.
Then something changed.
He stopped.
For the first time, he accepted that the water he was chasing did not exist.
The desert did not change.
The mirage did not disappear.
But the traveler did.
And from that moment, the mirage lost all power over him.
Sometimes people are like that mirage.
We keep chasing them. We keep hoping they will turn around. We keep imagining that one day things will become what we always wanted them to be.
But there comes a day when the heart quietly says, "Enough."
And that is where true freedom begins.
That is why I believe these words:
"If I decide not to look at you, then believe me, even if you sit upon my eyelashes, I will not see you."
Not because hatred has replaced love.
Not because memories have vanished.
But because some journeys end long before the road does.
The eyes may still recognize a face.
The mind may still remember a name.
Yet the heart no longer follows.
And when the heart stops following, even the closest presence can become invisible.
Life moves on.
The sun rises again.
New chapters begin.
And one day, you realize that the person who once occupied your entire world has become just another page in a story you have already finished reading.
Sometimes the strongest goodbye is not spoken with words.
Sometimes it is simply deciding not to look back.
