Dear Forever,

I don’t even know how to start this because every time I try, the words collapse under the weight of everything I feel. Maybe that’s what we became - not a clean ending, just emotions tangled, love scattered like pieces I can’t put back together.

I still remember your laughter - how it felt like home, how your voice calmed the chaos in me. Now there’s just silence - loud, aching silence where your words used to live. I find you in the smallest things: the coffee I can’t make right, the songs we sang off-key, sunsets that feel emptier now, the bindi I’d wear with you watching like I was art, the late-night talks that felt endless. The way you adored me in sarees, in specs, in kurtis… The way your eyes lit up when I wore black because you loved it on me—I miss all of that. I miss you.

We were a beautiful mess, weren’t we? Two hearts trying to fit like puzzle pieces from different boxes. I kept pressing the edges, hoping love would be enough to fill the gaps. But love isn’t always enough. Sometimes it’s just… heavy. Like carrying something fragile you know you’ll drop and I did. Maybe we both did.