Our Forgotten Story

We once spoke in glances that needed no translation. The days carried us forward without asking where we were going. What we shared felt ordinary while it was alive. Only later did it reveal its weight.

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Time moved the furniture of our lives without permission.
Conversations faded into gestures, then into memory.
Nothing ended loudly enough to be called an ending.
It simply stopped arriving.

I still recognise pieces of you in quiet moments.
Certain thoughts pause as if waiting for your response.
The past does not demand to be restored.
It only asks to be acknowledged.

What we were is no longer reachable, but it is intact.
The space it left shaped who we became.
Some stories survive without witnesses.
This is one of them.

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