Dear Stranger,
I tell myself I’m over you,
But my eyes betray the lie.
I scroll through the silence you left behind,
Looking for traces of what once was.
I pretend I’ve let go,
But I’m still holding on—
To you,
To us,
To a version of love that doesn’t exist anymore.

I tell myself,
You’ve moved on, so should I.
But I stalk the spaces you left,
Staring at your life from a distance,
Wishing I could step back into it—
Just for a moment.
To see your smile,
To hear your voice,
To feel your touch,
Even if it’s only through the screen.

I’m in denial,
Convincing myself that I’m fine,
That I’m stronger now,
That I don’t need you.
But in the...