There was a time when even silence felt full —
when every breath we shared carried meaning, and even distance couldn’t quiet the heartbeat that found you, wherever you were.

But life has a way of creating spaces.
Not the kind you see — the kind you feel.
The kind that grows slowly, between words unspoken and days that slip by too quietly.

I used to fight that space.
I filled it with messages you’d never read, with thoughts you’d never hear, with all the “what ifs” I couldn’t let go of.
But the truth is, sometimes love doesn’t disappear — it just finds new ways to exist.
It lingers in memories, in songs you once loved, in the scent of rain that still reminds me of that one night we didn’t want to end.

Now, the space between us is quieter.
It doesn’t ache the way it used to.
It’s not empty — it’s sacred.
It holds everything we once were, everything we couldn’t be, and everything I had to learn after you left.

I think healing begins when you stop trying to close the distance and start learning to live with it —
to let it teach you what stays when everything else is gone.

Maybe the space between us was never a punishment.
Maybe it was the only way the universe could give me back to myself.

Always and Forever

💬 Have you ever felt that distance between what was and what remains? Share your thoughts — maybe your silence carries the same kind of peace.