Conversations We Never Finished
It has been two years, Feng.
Still, there are moments when it does not feel like a fixed timeline - more like someone who has simply stepped out of the usual rhythm of things.
Some people leave behind silence.
Others leave behind echoes in ordinary habits.
Conversations that used to happen without planning:
“Are you free later?”
“Let’s just go out for a bit.”
Small, unimportant things at the time - now the ones that linger.
It is strange how memory works. Not always in big scenes, but in fragments. A laugh that comes back unexpectedly. A place that feels slightly different now. A thought of a message that never gets sent.
Maybe that is what it means when someone has walked beside you for a part of life - they continue to appear in the way you notice things.
Still remembered. Still part of the quieter parts of the day.
No comments:
Post a Comment