This isn't about longing. It's about recognition that even in distance, even in erasure, something remains. Not love. Not grief. Just... presence, suspended. A ghost made of nothing but time and memory.
I've already moved past the person. What I haven't moved past is the imprint they left.
The piece they held in my life is gone. But the outline of it
... See moreSometimes I had beautiful words living inside of me and I just couldn’t push those words out so that other people could see they were there.
