I used to think losing you meant losing everything,
like the world would end in quiet suffering.
But somewhere between the tears and the nights,
I found a version of me that could still fight.
You didn't just love me—you changed me too,
in ways I didn't notice while loving you.
You showed me strength hidden in pain,
how to stand up after falling again.
I learned patience, I learned to let go,
I learned that love doesn't always show
in staying, in promises, in holding tight,
sometimes it exists in the courage to say goodbye.
So even though you are no longer here,
your impact remains, steady and clear.
I didn't just lose you in the end—
I became someone because of you, my friend.