"I looked at him like he was my forever,
not knowing he was already turning into a memory.
I closed my eyes, hoping to sleep—
but it hit me like a punch:
I was already gone.
Already dead."

He found someone new,
someone better—
someone he now looks at
like I once looked at him:
like forever.

His love moved on.
Mine… stayed buried.

Seeing him smile again
healed something in me—
but not enough to put into words.
Not enough to write.

"deserved to be someone’s forever too. And I still do."