Some loves don’t leave when they end.
They linger in the quiet corners of your soul, in the rhythm of your heartbeat, in the way you see the world. You may walk into new chapters, meet new people, even build a new life — and still, pieces of them remain.

At first, I thought this meant I wasn’t healing.
That if I still felt you in the silence, if I still caught myself remembering your smile, it meant I was stuck. But now I understand: echoes are not chains. They are proof. Proof that something real once lived inside me, something strong enough to leave a mark.

I no longer fight the memories.
I let them sit beside me.
I let them remind me of who I was, who we were, and how far I’ve come since then.

Because the echoes that stay are not there to break me — they are there to shape me. To remind me that love, even when it doesn’t last, transforms us forever.

So yes, I carry you still. Not in the way I once did, not as a weight, but as an echo.
And when tomorrow comes, when new love and new laughter find me, those echoes will be there too — softer, quieter, but still part of the song of who I am.

Always and Forever

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