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There are moments when I miss having someone reach for me. Someone who knows my coffee order, my favorite songs, my favorite card game, my favorite boxers and shirt, the stories I’ve told a hundred times. Someone who notices when I’m hurting before I say a word.

And what frightens me is not being alone.

It’s the thought of wondering if I will ever feel that level of comfort again.

I cannot picture another face. I cannot imagine another voice. I cannot fathom starting over with someone who wants to know me.

Tired of holding onto ghosts, tired of rereading the same ache like the ending might change.

I loved you as deeply as I knew how, and I have finally accepted that love cannot survive on my devotion alone.

Some people come into your life like galaxies beautiful, devastating, impossible to keep.

And eventually, i have to stop trying to pull the stars back into my hands and heart.

there will always be a quiet part of me that mourns you.

not because you were my only love,