It's July 22, 2024, and it’s been exactly one year since we parted ways.
It’s strange how, even after all this time, the memories of him are still so fresh and clear in my mind.
Sometimes it feels like I’m still holding on to those memories, but honestly, it's fine anyway, as they’re a part of me that I can’t quite fully let go of.
I have to admit, sometimes I catch myself missing him—missing us, and the connection we once had.
Yet, despite these feelings, I cherish all those good times and what we had, but I also know that moving on was the right choice.
The echoes of our past are still fresh, but, yeah~I’m learning to live with them.
So, as much as I think about our time together, I genuinely hope he’s doing well and finding his own path to happiness.
Life moves on, and so do we. It’s all part of the journey, and I’m slowly learning to embrace it with hope and acceptance.
