Between Always & Forever

exploring the space between happy memories and painful endings

I sit here thinking about us…
the memories we created.
The happy moments that you gave me.
I wonder where that went—
how did we end up in tears and heartbreak?

Was it a slow unraveling
like thread pulled loose from a favorite sweater,
or did it snap all at once
and I just didn’t hear the sound?

Somewhere between “always” and “forever,”
we stopped choosing each other.
The laughter grew quieter,
the space between us louder.

I keep replaying the good parts—
the way your hand fit in mine,
how your smile felt like home—
trying to trace the exact moment
home turned into something I had to survive.

Maybe love didn’t disappear.
Maybe it just got buried
under pride, silence,
and words we were too afraid to say.

And here I am,
holding memories like fragile glass,
wondering if they were real
or just beautiful illusions
we both wanted to believe.

But even in the ache,
I know this much—
what we had mattered.
And losing it
taught me how deeply I can love.