I saw that picture of you today.
The one from
before. Before everything happened. Before the world changed.
You were smiling — God, you looked so
alive. Like you had forever. Like time was something that would never run out for you. And I just sat there staring, feeling this ache in my chest that I don’t even have words for. Because you didn’t know. You had no idea how close the edge was.
And that’s what kills me.
You were laughing, maybe even making someone else laugh right after. You looked tired in that way you always did after a long day, but still trying to be present, still being
you.
And now you’re gone.
Just… gone.
Like part of me got ripped away the day you left, and I’m still walking around pretending I’m whole.
The world was so much better with you in it. Even on your worst days, you brought something the rest of us couldn’t. And now everything feels colder. Quieter. Less kind.
The world was better when you were here.
And I’m still trying to figure out how to live in it now that you’re not.
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