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Some days I still think about you. The way you kissed me goodbye before work. The way you smelled after a long along the river. Some days I remember the good days. The way we made eachother feel safe, even when everything in the world felt uncertain.

I remember the first time you told me that I made you feel safe. In that moment, I felt safe with you. That the world felt a litter lighter knowing that I believed in you.

Some days, I wish we could go back. I wish the circumstances were more optimal. That both are lives were not so turbulent. If only we didn’t allow our uncertainty in ourselves to flood our uncertainty with eachother.

I remember the way you truly loved me. The way you truly cared for me. I will always miss that. Your love. Something that will never be replicated. I’ll never feel something in the exact some form. Only something new. Perhaps better, I’ll have to call it. And perhaps it will be. But it’ll never be the same. Your love was special, just like all those before you. I will never forget it. And I will never forget you.

And by somedays, I meant today.

Today, I felt this way. I haven’t felt it in a long time. I don’t know if I want to remember. But I will always treasure the days I do, and remember the good in you.

It’s a shame we weren’t strong enough for eachother to lean on. Not strong enough, that we had to lean somewhere else. Somewhere better perhaps.

I don’t think that’s how life works. I don’t think you ever get over anyone truly. But you get over them enough that the memory of them brings you peace instead of pain. And then you are ready to embark on your next journey. We never belong truly to anyone. But to everyone and ourselves.