The Places We Never Returned To

A tender reflection on how love lingers in memories, even long after the people are gone. For anyone who still visits the past in silence.

still remember

how you laughed between words,

how sunlight found your hair

like it was a secret only morning knew.

We were two stories

written in the same chapter,

never meant to end at the same page.

Some nights,

I trace the ghosts of our conversations

on the back of my mind.

I don’t try to bring you back —

I just want to remember

how it felt to belong.

Love doesn’t end when people leave.

It settles quietly

in the corners of your life,

where familiar songs

still carry your name.

I pass by the café

where we built our forever,

and it’s strange—

how the air still smells

like promises we never kept.

You exist now

in small moments:

a voice in a dream,

a shadow in a photo,

a heartbeat that echoes

when I least expect it.

I have forgiven time

for taking you.

But sometimes,

when the night is too still,

I wonder—

if the places we never returned to

still remember us too.