I hope you are happy. But the sky is still the sky without you, and I'm not surprised by that anymore. It used to be that every change in the world after I had left it would be void of significance, as if the universe itself stopped spinning when I took my last few breaths. But life has a peculiar way of moving on, proving that we are mere specks in the grand existence.

The nights no longer hold the whispers of your voice, the soft melodies of your laughter that danced in my ears like a gentle summer breeze. Gone are the days when you so effortlessly brought color to my life. Yet somehow, the world around you remains vivid and vibrant, painting a picture of a life moving forward without you. The sun still sets in hues of gold and orange, casting long shadows that disappear into the darkness. And the moon still rises, a silent reminder of the passage of time.

I remember the day we said goodbye, how the heaviness in my chest seemed unbearable. I watched you walk away, disappearing into the distance as if you were never part of my life. And in that moment, I questioned whether the...