Dear You,

Grief is not just remembering,

it is relearning the world without you.

How to wake without waiting,

how to breathe without aching,

how to exist in the spaces you left behind.

Letting go is not forgetting.

It is whispering your name into the wind,

allowing it to carry the weight I can no longer hold.

It is learning to love the echo of your laughter

without searching for where it began.

Some days, I still reach.

In the quiet, I still trace your presence

in the shadows of old conversations,

in the warmth of a song you used to hum.

Grief lingers in the in-between—

between yesterday and tomorrow,

between holding on and setting free.

Maybe one day, the silence won’t feel so loud.

Maybe one day, I’ll wake without searching for you in the dawn.

But tonight, I let go—softly, slowly,

like petals drifting from a flower that still remembers the sun,

like the tide surrendering to the shore,

like a breath released into the night,

carrying love that will never fade.

because love does not end where a heartbeat stops.

It lingers in the spaces you once filled,

woven into the fabric of who we are,

a quiet, endless light that even time cannot erase.

It still hurts,

Ana 💋