Sometimes, I just sit in silence, thinking about how everything has changed, how the people I thought would stay forever slowly faded into the background, and how the memories we made now feel like stories someone else lived. But even in the quiet, there’s a kind of beauty in remembering. There’s strength in moving on without bitterness, and there’s power in healing silently. I'm still here, still growing, still learning how to love this version of me.
