One day, your home will be empty, and someone will have to decide what to do with your things. They'll open your drawers. They'll find the watch you treasured so much, the things you spent years paying off, and the clothes you saved for special occasions because you didn't want to wear them out. And they'll make three piles: what to sell, what to give away, and what to throw away. None of it goes with you. Not a single thing. The only thing that goes with you is that afternoon you stayed talking for hours and didn't even realize where the time went. The look on your mom's face when you showed up to visit her without telling her you were coming. Don't collect things... Collect moments with the people you love
We met by chance, not looking, not planning, Two souls drifting, somehow landing. A match, a spark, a quiet kind of glow, A vibe we didn’t force, it just began to grow. That one long night, we talked till light, No masks, no filters, it all felt right. Laughter in the pauses, truth in every line, For a moment, it felt like you were already mine. But just like that... you slipped away, No warning, no reason, not a word to say. You disappeared into silence, left me in the blue, And I’m still here, wondering what happened to you. I don’t blame you. Maybe life pulled you fast, Or maybe we were a flame not meant to last. Still, I replay those hours in my head, Every word, every laugh, every little thing you said. Like truth or dare. I miss you, not just your name on my screen, But the way your presence made everything feel serene. It’s strange, how someone so briefly known Can leave behind an ache so deeply grown. But I carry no anger, only this quiet ache, A gentle hope that time can’t bre...