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When you’re gone and I can no longer hold you in my arms, I hope the traces of me remain somewhere in your world.
Maybe in the little things. In the songs you used to hear, in the places we once shared, in the words I said without thinking, or in the quiet moments when something reminds you of me. I hope a little piece of me stays with you, even when I am no longer there to remind you that I existed in your life.
I hope that, somewhere along the way, you remember me.
Not with sadness, not with regret, but with the kind of warmth that makes you smile without realizing why.
Because even if I can no longer be beside you, a part of me will always wish you well.
When you’re gone, my heart will hurt. (I know it will.) There will be nights when the silence feels heavier than usual, when the world seems a little emptier, and when all I want is to hear your voice one more time. There will be moments when my hands remember what it feels like to hold yours, even when there is nothing left for them to hold.
But don’t worry.
You will never know.
I will never let you see how much your absence changes the shape of my days. I will never tell you how often I miss you, how many times I almost reach out, or how badly a part of me still longs for you.
I will probably learn to carry the ache quietly
And perhaps, eventually, I will learn how to live with the spaces you left behind.
But there will always be nights when I look at the moon and think of you.
Isn’t it strange how the moon can make someone feel close even when they’re impossibly far away?
How something so beautiful can witness the sadness we never allow anyone else to see?
Sometimes, I wonder if you’re looking at the same moon. If, for even a second, you think of me when you see it glow in the dark nights.
Perhaps I’m the only one who finds pieces of you in the night sky, the only one who turns an ordinary evening into a quiet conversation with someone who isn’t there.
And that’s okay.
Not every feeling needs to be confessed. Not every longing needs to be answered.
Some people are meant to be loved quietly. From a distance. Without promises, without expectations, and without asking them to come back.
So, I will love you this way.
Silently, from afar.
I will let the moon keep my secrets. I will let the stars witness the words I could never bring myself to say. And when I miss you, I will look up at the sky and pretend that the distance between us is a little less cruel.
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I won’t ask the moon to carry my messages to you.
I will simply hope that wherever you are, life is being kind to you.
That you’re sleeping peacefully. That you’re finding reasons to smile.
That you’re becoming the person you’ve always wanted to be.
That people see you through my eyes. How amazing and lovely person you are.
Because loving you was never just about having you beside me. It was also about wanting you to be happy, even in places where I could no longer follow.
And if our paths never cross again, I hope you remember that somewhere in this world, there was someone who loved you in ways you may never fully understand.
Someone who kept your name tucked away in the quiet corners of their heart.
Someone who missed you but never said it.
Someone who looked at the moon and wished, just for a moment, that you were looking at it, too.
And if the day ever comes when we meet again, I hope I can look at you without my heart giving everything away. I hope I can smile at you without revealing all the nights I spent missing you.
Maybe we’ll be strangers by then. Maybe we’ll have different stories to tell, different hands to hold, and different lives to return to.
Or maybe, for one brief moment, we’ll recognize something familiar in each other’s eyes.
And that will be enough.
Until then, I will keep my distance. I will keep my silence. I will let time take me where I need to go, even if a part of me will always wonder what it would have been like if things had turned out differently.
I won’t make you carry the weight of my longing.
I won’t ask you to remember me.
But if you ever do, I hope it feels like moonlight falling softly through your window, gentle, familiar, and gone before you can reach for it.
And tonight, just like all the nights before, I’ll look at the moon and think of you.
I’ll miss you in silence
I’ll love you from afar.
It’s just another night, and I’m staring at the moon…
I saw a shooting star and thought of you 💫
