My beloved friend

 My beloved friend…

The days pass. The seasons change.
The world insists on moving forward.

But love… love does not bend to the rules of time.

I still feel you with me—when the wind brushes past my cheek, when the night sky reveals one stubborn bright star, when the silence feels too heavy and suddenly, a memory breaks it with warmth.

They told me grief would fade. But it hasn’t. It has only transformed. From sharp pain into something softer, something sacred. A thread between worlds, binding me to you.

Love that outlives time is what you gave me. And what I carry now.
Not even death has the power to take it away.

One day, when time itself dissolves, I know I’ll see you again.
And that love—the kind that never ends—will bring us home.