For when you miss me.

I know there might come a day when the silence gets loud or when the spaces I used to fill feel just feels a little too quiet.

But I hope you never mistake the silence for distance. Because you live in more than just the memories. You live in every version of who I’ve become. So, thank you.

You were there in the moments I found my voice. In the nights I felt alone but didn’t give up. And in the light I tried to carry for others. You were always there.

So no, I haven’t forgotten you. And I never will. This bond will never disappear. You’re still with me, in the softest, deepest parts of my heart.

And if you ever wonder where I went, I’m right here. In the words I left behind. In the videos you still watch, in the quiet way you loved me.

And I still love you back.

Always.

— L.

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