We may not have lasted, we may not have stayed,
but that doesn't erase the love we made.
We were real in ways that can't be denied,
in every laugh, in every time we cried.
Not every love is meant to survive,
but that doesn't mean it wasn't alive.
We existed in a moment so true,
a world that belonged only to me and you.
And maybe that's enough—to have felt that way,
even if it couldn't forever stay.
Because in a life full of passing things,
we were something that truly meant everything.