I used to think moving forward meant leaving you behind.
That if I dared to dream again, to laugh again, to love again, I would somehow erase you. But I see it differently now. Moving on is not forgetting. It is carrying — not the weight of grief, but the gift of love you gave me.

You live in the way I love others now.
In the patience I never had before.
In the tenderness that grew from my brokenness.
In the courage to keep my heart open, even when it has been shattered before.

Every choice I make, every step I take, has traces of you in it. Not as a chain pulling me backward, but as a compass guiding me forward. You taught me what love feels like. You taught me what loss feels like. And both lessons shape the person I am becoming.

So when I smile tomorrow, you are in that smile.
When I hold someone close, you are in that embrace.
When I find joy again, you are in that joy.

Because love doesn’t vanish when life changes. It transforms. It becomes the thread that weaves itself into every new chapter.

No, I am not leaving you behind.
I am carrying you with me — into every tomorrow, into every hope, into every breath I take.

Always and Forever

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