Sit With Me Awhile

There are days when I still miss him.

Not just parts of him.

All of him.

The life we built together didn’t disappear overnight just because the relationship ended.

There were years of memories.

Small routines that felt normal at the time.

The quiet things you don’t even realize are meaningful until they’re gone.

Sometimes it’s the smallest moments that come back to me.

The way the house felt when we were both there.

The simple conversations that happened in between the big moments of life.

The comfort of knowing someone so well that you didn’t always have to explain yourself.

When a relationship ends, people often think the healthiest thing to do is pretend you’ve moved on completely.

But that’s not always how healing works.

Sometimes healing includes missing someone.

Missing the person they were in your life.

Missing the chapter you shared together.

Missing the version of yourself that existed during that time.

For a while I thought feeling that way meant I wasn’t moving forward.

But I’ve come to understand something different.

Missing someone doesn’t mean you want the past back.

It simply means that part of your life mattered.

And when something mattered, it leaves a mark.

The truth is, there will probably always be days when I miss him.

Days when a memory shows up unexpectedly.

Days when I think about the life we once shared.

But those feelings don’t hold the same weight they once did.

They’re just reminders of a chapter that shaped me.

A chapter that helped me become the person I am now.

And even though that chapter has ended…

I can still acknowledge that it was real.