01/03/2026
And the hardest part?
Letting go of a future
that never truly existed—
except to me.
The plans I made in my head.
The conversations I rehearsed.
The years I imagined
without asking if you saw them too.
It wasn’t just losing you.
It was losing the life
I had already built
in my heart.
That’s the kind of grief
no one sees,
mourning something
that was real to you,
even if it never became real
to anyone else.
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