we end here

In five years’ time we’ll walk through different doors, meet different souls who will call us theirs. We’ll build new worlds, learn new names for love, and become versions of ourselves we’ve never met before. But before time rewrites us, before memory softens the edges, there’s something I need the silence to hold You mattered. You stayed when my hands threw stones instead of reaching out. You smiled through storms I created. And somewhere between my chaos and your patience, you shaped me into someone softer. You may never read this. You may never know. But you were never “just someone.” You began as a stranger and became everything I didn’t know I was searching for. And maybe that is the quiet ache of it all: That we move on… but some people never really leave us.