Dear you... I still remember the way morning found your face. Not because the light was beautiful... Because you were. ... There are words I never sent. Letters I never wrote. Conversations that only time remembers. ... Sometimes I still reach for your hand. Not to hold it. Only to remember how it felt. ... Distance has its own language. It speaks in quiet rooms, empty chairs and songs that know our names. ... If memories could breathe, they would sound like your laughter drifting through an open window. ... I never learned how to keep a moment. Only how to love it while it was here. ... Perhaps that was enough. ... So, wherever this letter finds you... I hope life has been gentle. ... With love, always...
