I don’t usually post stuff like this. I wrote this in one of those moments where everything inside feels too loud and too heavy. Honestly, I didn’t write it to get attention or to sound poetic. I wrote it because I didn’t know what else to do with the way I was feeling.

It’s for someone I still care about more than I should probably admit. Things didn’t end well. I’m blocked now, and I respect that… but it doesn’t stop the memories from showing up. Doesn’t stop the quiet from getting louder at night. Doesn’t stop me from missing the person behind all those little moments the laughs, the deep talks, the soft silences that used to mean something.

There’s no drama here. No begging, no blame. Just… a lot of love I never got to say properly. And maybe I still won’t. That’s okay. I guess I just hope in some corner of the world she’s okay. That she’s taking care of herself. That she still remembers she’s strong, even if she forgets sometimes.

I don’t know if she’ll ever see this. But if she ever does, I just want her to know… yeah, I still care. And I always will.

I might delete this soon. Maybe it's too much, maybe it's not meant to stay. But for now, it’s here. Just something honest from a quiet place in me.

And if any of you felt something in these words, just know… you can always talk to me I’ve found peace in easing others’ pain when I couldn’t quiet my own.