The Minute That Never Left Me

Some memories don’t fade.

They don’t soften, don’t blur, don’t politely step back so life can move on.

Some memories stay sharp — cruelly sharp — like a minute frozen in time, refusing to melt even after years have burned on.

I didn’t understand this until I found that old photo again.

It wasn’t even a dramatic moment.

Just a picture.

Just a face.

Just a second captured before life chose to take everything in another direction.

But the instant I touched it, it brought back that same old pain, the one I used to pretend I’d outgrown.

And suddenly I was standing inside that moment again — the one where you walked away, leaving a goodbye behind that I never actually wanted to hear.

Time is strange.

People say years heal everything.

But I’ve learned something they never tell you:

Distance doesn’t erase the moments that shaped you.

And that minute — our minute — never passed. Not really.

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We Were Full of Life Once

Back then, everything felt possible.

Our hearts were wide open.

We were young enough to believe we were untouchable

— old enough to think we understood what forever meant.

I honestly believed fear couldn’t reach us.

Not the kind that sends people running.

Not the kind that steals dreams quietly, one by one.

But happiness is fragile.

Dreams are fragile.

And sometimes life takes back what it once gave so generously.

Where did the joy go?

Where did all the plans disappear to?

And why — even after everything vanished —

does the emptiness still know exactly where to find me?

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Nights Are Harder

Nights have a way of telling the truth.

It’s always the same feeling:

that moment when the world goes quiet,

and there’s nothing left to distract you from the loneliness beside you.

You’re not here to hold my hands anymore

— not the way you used to, confidently, like you knew exactly where we were heading.

And when I reach out into the dark, I already know:

no one will answer.

No voice, no laugh, no familiar warmth.

Just a forgotten song crying somewhere in the wind.

Funny how even silence can sound like heartbreak.

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Some Moments Refuse to Die

People ask why it still hurts.

Why something so far away can still feel so close.

I never know how to explain it.

Maybe some goodbyes weren’t meant to be accepted.

Maybe some people mark us in ways life can’t rewrite.

Maybe some memories stay alive because the love behind them never truly died.

Years have passed — so many years.

And yet I still can’t tell how many more it will take before I can honestly say I’ve started over.

Sometimes I wonder if healing is just learning to carry what refuses to leave.

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The Night Says Your Name

Tonight is no different.

The room is quiet.

The world is still.

The photo lies beside me again, as if it knows exactly when to return.

And somewhere outside,

the wind hums that forgotten melody —

the same one that once belonged to us.

I close my eyes.

And the minute returns.

The one that never ended.

The one that still holds me in its hands.

As long as I live, some things simply won’t change.

And maybe… maybe that’s okay.