Date: April 23, 2025
Author: Oliver Grant

It’s been eight years. Eight long, painful years without you, and yet, not a single day passes without you in my thoughts. I know time is supposed to heal wounds, but I’m not sure that’s the case with this one. The ache of missing you never goes away, not completely. It’s like a shadow that follows me wherever I go.

I still remember the way you laughed, how your eyes would light up when you were excited about something. It’s those little moments that keep playing in my head, like a loop I can’t escape. I wish I could turn back time, wish I could somehow tell you all the things I never got the chance to say. The regret weighs on me, even now.

I remember the last time we saw each other. You were running late, as usual, rushing out the door with that big smile of yours. “I’ll see you soon,” you said. But I didn’t know that would be the last time I’d hear your voice, see your face. Life can be so cruel that way—sometimes, we don’t realize how precious a moment is until it’s gone.

Lately, I’ve been trying to hold onto the good memories. I have to, otherwise, it feels like you’re slipping away, like I’m losing you all over again. But it’s hard, Melissa. Every little thing reminds me of you. A song on the radio, a place we used to go, even a passing comment from someone else. It all brings me back to you.

I never thought I’d still be here, all these years later, still carrying this piece of you with me. I guess that’s what love does—it stays with you, even when the person you love is no longer there. And I don’t think I’ll ever stop missing you, not truly. You’ll always be a part of me, Melissa. A part of me that I’ll never let go.