I don’t know how much time we’re given in this life

 I don’t know how much time we’re given in this life.

None of us really do.

But I’ve come to understand something that matters more than knowing how long—

it’s knowing what we leave behind.

Not the things we owned.
Not the plans we made.

But the love we gave.

I think about that sometimes, in quiet moments.

I wonder what will stay with you long after I’m gone.
What you’ll remember when you think of me.

And I hope…

it’s not perfection.

I hope it’s the feeling.

The way you were held.
The way you were listened to.
The way you always knew you mattered.

Because love has a way of lasting longer than we ever do.

It settles into the heart.
It becomes part of who we are.

And if I’ve done anything right…

I hope it’s this—

that even one day, far from now,
you’ll still feel it with you.