Her absence... is it a void?
Or a new kind of presence?
Every time I feel low, I hear her whisper my name......and say
“Don’t resist the change. Don’t cling to the past. Let life move gently.”
Maybe this wasn’t the end of something, but the quiet continuation of something more.
Not the kind that needs to last forever,but the kind that mattered while it lasted.
Someone is with her now.
We never said we were done.
Maybe... we never needed to.
There was a kind of unspoken understanding between us.
Not loud. Not dramatic. Just there.
Effortless.
Could that be love, too?
Even now, in the quiet moments, I still hear her laugh echoing through those late night calls we once had.
I still catch myself smiling going through the old conversations, just to feel her energy again.
And I wonder...
Is it strange that instead of sadness, I feel warmth?
That somehow, her absence has become its own kind of presence?
When you think of love… what truly comes to mind?
Is it the way someone touches your skin or the way they linger in your thoughts, long after they’re gone?
Is it passion?
Longing?
That slow burning connection
that doesn’t need to be named to be real?
Sometimes I ask myself...
Is love less about having and more about how it shapes us?
How it teaches us to see, to feel, to open up?
What if the real magic of love isn’t about how long it lasts, or what form it takes
but how deeply it touches us while it’s here?
P.S: In those quiet moments when I reflect on all we shared, I realize the truest part of the feelings wasn’t in the what or the when...but in the how.
No regrets.
No blame.
Just the knowing that priorities shift,
life moves forward,
and SPACE sometimes is what allows us to grow.
Have you ever felt this kind of feeling? The kind that doesn’t need to be defined, but somehow stays with you... anyway?
Cheers,
Atharv.
Or a new kind of presence?
Every time I feel low, I hear her whisper my name......and say
“Don’t resist the change. Don’t cling to the past. Let life move gently.”
Maybe this wasn’t the end of something, but the quiet continuation of something more.
Not the kind that needs to last forever,but the kind that mattered while it lasted.
Someone is with her now.
We never said we were done.
Maybe... we never needed to.
There was a kind of unspoken understanding between us.
Not loud. Not dramatic. Just there.
Effortless.
Could that be love, too?
Even now, in the quiet moments, I still hear her laugh echoing through those late night calls we once had.
I still catch myself smiling going through the old conversations, just to feel her energy again.
And I wonder...
Is it strange that instead of sadness, I feel warmth?
That somehow, her absence has become its own kind of presence?
When you think of love… what truly comes to mind?
Is it the way someone touches your skin or the way they linger in your thoughts, long after they’re gone?
Is it passion?
Longing?
That slow burning connection
that doesn’t need to be named to be real?
Sometimes I ask myself...
Is love less about having and more about how it shapes us?
How it teaches us to see, to feel, to open up?
What if the real magic of love isn’t about how long it lasts, or what form it takes
but how deeply it touches us while it’s here?
P.S: In those quiet moments when I reflect on all we shared, I realize the truest part of the feelings wasn’t in the what or the when...but in the how.
No regrets.
No blame.
Just the knowing that priorities shift,
life moves forward,
and SPACE sometimes is what allows us to grow.
Have you ever felt this kind of feeling? The kind that doesn’t need to be defined, but somehow stays with you... anyway?
Cheers,
Atharv.
.
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