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After a long time, I finally admitted to myself turns out I haven’t truly forgotten you. I thought time had made me strong enough to erase you from my life, but it turns out I was just good at pretending. I was just busy lying to myself, saying I was okay, even though I was still keeping your name in the quietest corner of my heart. I told everyone I had forgotten you. I laughed, acted like you had never left a mark. But every time I’m alone… I end up opening that box of memories, which should’ve already been tightly locked. Funny, isn’t it? I walked far, tried new things, met new people… but still, what I kept looking for was another version of you. And no one could replace the way you looked at me, the way you spoke, the way you made me feel enough even if maybe it was just in my own imagination. I’m tired of denying it. Tired of pretending to be strong when my heart is still fragile every time I think of you. Every night, I ask myself: “Why do I still hope for something that’s been gone for so long?” But the truth is, I don’t need a reason. I just… miss you. I just… miss you. And this is not the usual kind of missing. This is the kind that tortures you, that lingers aimlessly, because I know: you’re not coming back. And what hurts more… maybe you never even looked back. I’m not writing this because I want you to come back. I know, some things are meant to end without a happy ending, without explanation. I’m writing this because I want to be honest. That I still keep you. Still love you silently. Still remember you, every time I try to forget. If one day you read this, I don’t hope you feel guilty. It’s enough for me to know that there was once someone who found it hard to forget you, because you were once the warmest home in their life. And that home… I still long for it to this day.
After a long time, I finally admitted to myself turns out I haven’t truly forgotten you. I thought time had made me strong enough to erase you from my life, but it turns out I was just good at pretending. I was just busy lying to myself, saying I was okay, even though I was still keeping your name in the quietest corner of my heart. I told everyone I had forgotten you. I laughed, acted like you had never left a mark. But every time I’m alone… I end up opening that box of memories, which should’ve already been tightly locked. Funny, isn’t it? I walked far, tried new things, met new people… but still, what I kept looking for was another version of you. And no one could replace the way you looked at me, the way you spoke, the way you made me feel enough even if maybe it was just in my own imagination. I’m tired of denying it. Tired of pretending to be strong when my heart is still fragile every time I think of you. Every night, I ask myself: “Why do I still hope for something that’s been gone for so long?” But the truth is, I don’t need a reason. I just… miss you. I just… miss you. And this is not the usual kind of missing. This is the kind that tortures you, that lingers aimlessly, because I know: you’re not coming back. And what hurts more… maybe you never even looked back. I’m not writing this because I want you to come back. I know, some things are meant to end without a happy ending, without explanation. I’m writing this because I want to be honest. That I still keep you. Still love you silently. Still remember you, every time I try to forget. If one day you read this, I don’t hope you feel guilty. It’s enough for me to know that there was once someone who found it hard to forget you, because you were once the warmest home in their life. And that home… I still long for it to this day.

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