i think people leave pieces of themselves in each other.
a favorite song.
a phrase they used to say.
a way of seeing the world.
years later, you catch yourself thinking a certain thought and realize it isn't entirely yours anymore.
someone else planted it there.
maybe that's why i don't believe people ever truly disappear from our lives.
some become memories.
some become lessons.
some become poems.
and some become part of the way we love.
i used to think healing meant forgetting.
now i think it means learning how to carry what remains without letting it weigh you down.
anyway.
if you're reading this, tell me something that's stayed with you longer than you expected.
a person.
a song.
a sentence.
a feeling.
i'm curious.
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