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The Final Chapter
<p><em>How rare and beautiful it was for you to exist.</em></p><p><em>Now you are gone from my life</em></p><p><em>Like a memory I can dream about, but never truly see again.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>The laughter, the joy of calling you mine</em></p><p><em>All faded into distant memory</em></p><p><em>As I replay the final words from that night</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>“its over”</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>And just like that</em></p><p><em>something inside me grew quiet</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>The days still move forward</em></p><p><em>The world still turns as if nothing changed</em></p><p><em>Yet every little thing reminds me of you</em></p><p><em>A song, a place,</em></p><p><em>The scent of your perfume still lingers around my room.</em></p><p><em>The silence between moments</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>I find myself revisting memories</em></p><p><em>like old photos in fading light,</em></p><p><em>wondering which moment</em></p><p><em>was the last time we were truly happy</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>Maybe love isnt always meant to stay.</em></p><p><em>Maybe some people arrive in our lives</em></p><p><em>Only to teach us how deeply</em></p><p><em>A heart can feel</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>Still, I cannot regret you</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>Because for a moment</em></p><p><em>In this vast and restless world,</em></p><p><em>I knew what it meant</em></p><p><em>To love someone completely.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>And even if you are now</em></p><p><em>Just a story I carry quietly within me,</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>You were once</em></p><p><em>My favourite chapter</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>I used to be afraid of losing you</em></p><p><em>Now I live with something worse</em></p><p><em>Remembering what it felt like when you were mine</em></p><p><em> </em></p>
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