Even if we don't talk anymore
I still want to keep my promise
that one day, I'll meet you.
Maybe not on the 25th like we said
and maybe not the way we once imagined, but someday.
Maybe when you come home,
maybe when life slows down enough for our paths to touch again.
I don't know when,
or how,
or if it will even happen.
But still… someday.
I don't know why i want to hold on
to that little promise so tightly.
Maybe it's not because i'm still waiting
but because it's the one piece of us that
still feels real.
A small thread connecting
what we were to
what we could still be,
even if only for a moment.
You became part of my quiet moments,
the ones no one else sees.
You were the thought i whispered to myself at the end of long days,
the presence that
made silence feel less empty.
Maybe meeting you,
even just once,
will be my way of saying thank you for that.
Thank you for being
a gentle chapter in my life,
even if you didn't stay until the end.
Wherever you are,
I hope you're okay.
I hope you're surrounded by warmth,
by laughter,
by everything that makes you feel alive.
And if our paths ever cross again
I hope it's on a day
when we're both at peace
no pressure, no questions,
just two people
who once made each other feel
a little less alone,
smiling at the memory of
what we once shared.
And if that day never comes,
I still hope you know…
you were important.
You mattered.
And a part of you will always be with me, quietly, like a promise whispered to the wind.