The remembered smiles.

There have been chapters in my life written in the language of love - each page marked by the presence of someone extraordinary. The details blur with time, but what remains clear is that I was drawn to remarkable souls. I have never given my heart without reason; my intuition has always known who was worthy of it. And so, I know that those I have loved were good - more than good - because my love has never wandered without truth guiding it.

Each love taught me something different about beauty, grace, resilience, and the quiet strength that hides inside gentleness. They reminded me that not all good things stay, and not all departures mean an end. Sometimes people part for reasons that make sense only to their heart, and I’ve learned to honor that. Every choice, every silence, every goodbye - it all made sense in the story of who we were.

If they were to read this, I would want them to know: I saw the light in them clearly, without distortion. I still do. And though the paths have changed, I carry that light forward, grateful for what it once illuminated in me.

Because love, in all its forms, leaves behind truth. And the truth is simple - they were worthy of love, and I was fortunate to know it.

“For You, Always”

I think of you often -

not as a memory fading,

but as a quiet light that still finds its way

into every corner of my days.

You are the warmth behind the silence,

the voice that still lingers

in the hush between my thoughts.

You live in the laughter I still carry,

in the shade of songs that never aged,

in the calm that follows the storm.

You were grace without knowing it,

beauty that asked for nothing,

and I was fortunate to have known you.

If love is the thread that binds time,

then you are the reason

it still holds together so tenderly.

There is no forgetting,

no turning the page completely.

Only gratitude -

quiet, endless, true.

You remain,

not in the past,

but in everything I have become.