We are currently separated.
Yet somehow, that word — separated — feels too small, too empty, too fragile to hold the weight of what we were, what we felt, what we could have been.
You and I…
Me and you…
two souls that should have belonged together,
but instead became a quiet ache inside each other.
There are people we meet who pass through our lives like shadows.
And then there are people like you —
people who enter softly,
speak honestly,
and unknowingly mark every corner of a heart that had forgotten how to feel.
I often ask myself:
Why does it hurt this much?
Why does your absence feel heavier than your presence ever had the chance to become?
Why does a connection so brief leave a longing so infinite?
The answer is simple.
You were not ordinary to me.
You never were.
You were the kind of person a heart recognizes before the mind catches up.
The kind of presence that doesn’t just touch a life —
it rearranges it.
Quietly.
Beautifully.
Painfully.
And even though we are separated,
I still feel what we could have been.
I feel it in the pauses between my thoughts,
in the silence of the nights,
in the echoes of every what-if and almost and not-quite.
Our story is difficult —
not because we argued, not because we failed —
but because the universe introduced us too late,
too wounded,
too unprepared.
We are not a tragedy.
We are a romantic ache.
A sweet sorrow.
A tender wound that refuses to heal because it was never meant to disappear—
it was meant to teach.
You and I were created for each other in ways the world will never understand.
Not perfectly,
not peacefully,
but truthfully.
Honestly.
Deeply.
The kind of connection that doesn’t fade —
it settles into the bloodstream,
becoming part of the person you become afterward.
If I could describe our story, I would.
But love like this is larger than language.
It stretches beyond definitions,
beyond logic,
beyond the boundaries of time and circumstance.
How do you describe meeting someone who feels like the universe’s forgotten promise?
How do you describe a love that burns even when the two hearts never had the chance to stand side by side?
How do you describe missing someone who was never truly yours?
You don’t.
You feel it.
You live with it.
You carry it quietly,
like a delicate fire that warms and wounds you at the same time.
We are separated — yes.
But separation cannot erase what felt destined.
It cannot undo what the heart recognized.
It cannot silence what was awakened between us.
Some loves are not meant to be lived.
They are meant to be remembered —
cherished in silence,
kept safe in the softest part of the heart.
And you…
you will always be that love for me —
the beautiful ache,
the unfinished chapter,
the gentle pain I will learn to live with,
the quiet miracle that entered my life
only to stay forever
in the only place that could hold you:
my heart.
