Never My Love.

That was our song.

The silence of your absence screams.

The cruelty of your love being stolen from me?

Contemptible.

Missing your humor and touch?

Irreplaceable.

That laugh.

I see now, that only those that truly care about you, can really hear you when you are quiet; and I will absolutely miss your silence, I hope you are in heaven reflecting on my loud.

The amount of self reflection I have done, and am currently doing, immense.

By missing you I am seeing the people I want to be surrounded by and with.

The people you want to get caught in the rain with, without an umbrella?

My people.

Those who saw you at your worst and want to hug you?

My people.

People that make you feel like you are worth the world when you feel down and out?

My people.

People who are okay getting lost with you, and not complaining?

But seeing an adventure?

Not being scared but excited?!

My people.

I am done with delusions and am now seeing I am more about curated decisions.

And that choice is me.

Therefore I need to find my new group of 'people.'

Cheers to 2026.

I know you're out there, hit me up if you're free.

Xoxo,

C.