and the day will come.

the day will come when u'll cease ur search for them in the faces of strangers or the names that flip thru ur mind. u'll no longer scan rooms for their presence or seek solace in the quiet moments. 

u'll return to ur favorite café, order ur usual drink, and savor it alone. songs dat once held hidden meanings will now be mere melodies, fading into the background of ur life.

their birthday will pass unnoticed, a blank page on the calendar. u'll leave it untouched, a story u no longer need to re-read. when their name echoes in ur memory, u'll resist the urge to reach out wit words dat cant change the past. yet, one day, u'll stumble upon a forgotten hoodie or an old photo, and the memories will flood back, sharp and vivid. 

the weight of the past will return, heavy and inescapable.

these feelings will come in waves, some days gentle, a quiet ache beneath the surface. other nights, u'll feel overwhelmed, as if their essence is woven into ur very being.

but i assure u, time will heal. the day will come when the thought of them wit another person feels like a familiar tale, no longer urs to claim. and when dat day arrives, u'll find urself lighter, freer than u ever thought possible.

jst be patient.