You will always be a part of me

Hey, I don’t know if you’ll ever read this, but I need to say it somewhere. Do you remember how it all started? My birthday. One text. No expectations. But from that day on, you became my world. The mornings with your messages, the nights with your calls, the ☺️ after every text so we never misunderstood each other. Those video calls… watching you type while I spoke, listening to trains pass by your house—it all felt like home.

January 11th, 2021. Our first kiss. My first kiss. I still remember the slideshow I made with “Tere Sang Yaara” and how your eyes sparkled when you saw it. That day was magic. You loved me—I know you did. And I loved you with everything I had.

And then I ruined it. Not because I wanted to, but because I was stupid, and life punished us for that mistake. March 9th—our last day. You left, and I shattered. It took me years to rebuild. When we spoke again in 2023, your words—‘Sometimes it’s not people who are bad, but circumstances’—stayed with me. And then, just like before, you were gone.

I don’t resent you. I never will. If you’re happy now, with someone who gives you what I once did, then I’m glad. You deserve it. You’ll always be a part of me.