Saying it while I still can
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Every storm eventually breaks into silence. I hold onto that thought when the noise feels endless.
I’ve learned that missing someone isn’t about time passed. It’s about the space they once filled. That absence doesn’t measure itself by days.
I’ve learned that healing isn’t linear. It’s more like waves—some days you drown, some days you float.
Lately, I find myself craving slow days. The kind where nothing happens, yet everything feels right.