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You will walk through your days thinking you have left me behind, but my memory will not fade so easily. I will become the gentle breeze that touches your face when you are walking alone. When you hear a familiar song playing softly in the distance, or see a stranger with my smile in a crowded street, your heart will skip a beat. I will be painted into the colors of the evening sky, and I will echo in the quiet moments of your nights. In every beautiful thing you see, you will find a small piece of me looking back at you.
Yet, when you turn around to tell me about your day, the space beside you will be completely empty. You will reach out your hand to hold mine, but your fingers will only catch the thin air. Like a reflection in the water that shatters the moment you try to touch it, I will slip through your grasp every single time. You will search for my comforting voice when you feel lost, but all you will get is silence. I will be deeply pressed into your mind, but forever impossible for you to reach.
And that will be my quiet revenge. I will not hold on to anger, and I will not try to hurt you back. Instead, I will just let my absence become the heaviest thing you carry. You will slowly realize that you walked away from a love that was truly rare. Seeing me everywhere, feeling my warmth in everything, but never being able to have me again—that endless, quiet ache of missing me will be the only revenge I will ever need.
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You will walk through your days thinking you have left me behind, but my memory will not fade so easily. I will become the gentle breeze that touches your face when you are walking alone. When you hear a familiar song playing softly in the distance, or see a stranger with my smile in a crowded street, your heart will skip a beat. I will be painted into the colors of the evening sky, and I will echo in the quiet moments of your nights. In every beautiful thing you see, you will find a small piece of me looking back at you.
Yet, when you turn around to tell me about your day, the space beside you will be completely empty. You will reach out your hand to hold mine, but your fingers will only catch the thin air. Like a reflection in the water that shatters the moment you try to touch it, I will slip through your grasp every single time. You will search for my comforting voice when you feel lost, but all you will get is silence. I will be deeply pressed into your mind, but forever impossible for you to reach.
And that will be my quiet revenge. I will not hold on to anger, and I will not try to hurt you back. Instead, I will just let my absence become the heaviest thing you carry. You will slowly realize that you walked away from a love that was truly rare. Seeing me everywhere, feeling my warmth in everything, but never being able to have me again—that endless, quiet ache of missing me will be the only revenge I will ever need.
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