Feb 16
Maybe we'll never speak again and that's okay. I'II always hope life is kind to you, even from a distance. I know you're doing fine without me, and though it still stings a little, I've learned to make peace with that. A part of me will always miss what we once had, but I'm learning to let the memories rest gently instead of breaking me. I still pray for you, for your healing, your happiness, your quiet victories. Thank you for being part of my story, even if it wasn't meant to last forever. You'll always matter to me, not as a wound anymore, but as a chapter that taught me how love and heartbreak can coexist beautifully.
