I know.
I know the ache you carry behind your smile.
I know how often you replay the memories,
wondering if there was more you could have said,
more you could have done,
one more moment you could have held onto.
You call it grief.
But from where I am,
grief looks remarkably like love.
Love that still longs to give.
Love that still remembers.
Love that has nowhere obvious to land.
So please stop asking yourself to move on.
Love was never meant to be discarded.
It was meant to be transformed.
The tears you cry are not proof that you are broken.
They are proof that your heart has loved deeply.
And hearts that love deeply do not heal by forgetting.
They heal by learning to carry love in a new way.
One day, without warning,
you will laugh again.
Not because you’ve forgotten.
But because love has found another place to live.
Until then—
Be gentle with yourself.
Rest.
Breathe.
I am closer than you think.
Always.
Love,