Life goes on

Life goes on, but my soul was left behind the day you left. Since then, every step I take is accompanied by a weight on my chest, a void that seems impossible to fill.

Some absences feel deeper than many presences, and yours occupies that place. No matter how much time passes, there is not a single day that goes by when I don't think of you, miss you, or cry for you in silence.

My heart bears a wound that beats with sadness, because you are no longer here to hug, to smile, to share those simple moments that I now consider priceless treasures.

Memory sustains me, but it also hurts me... because to remember is to love, and to love from a distance is one of the most painful ways to exist.

Although you are not physically here, you are still present in my mind, in my love, and in every tear I shed for you.

But I cannot deny how much it hurts. Your absence hurts, your silence hurts, accepting that this farewell is final hurts.

And as long as my heart keeps beating, your memory will remain eternal.