admiring her from a far

It hits me again—this ache, this longing that never quite fades. I miss you so much, but it hurts even more because there’s no one I can talk to about you. Your name feels too heavy for others to understand, so I keep it to myself, pretending everything is fine. But the truth is, it’s not. You’re still in my thoughts every single day, and not being able to share that with anyone makes it all harder to carry. It feels like this weight, this pain, is mine alone to bear, and some days, it’s just too much. I found myself searching for your name in my Facebook bar again—it’s been so long since I last did. Your story popped up, and there you were, still as beautiful as ever. You still pull off anything you wear, but those black heels, your favorite ones, stood out. I always loved seeing you in yellow; it made you shine. But I can’t deny, you look just as stunning in black and white sleeves. Seeing you like this brings a flood of memories, and it’s a mix of warmth and sadness, all at once.