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There are names that fade with time.
Names that slip quietly from memory like dust carried off a windowsill, forgotten by the world and even by the heart that once held them close.
But yours never left me.
It stayed.
It lingered in the spaces between my breaths, in the quiet moments before sleep, in the way the wind brushed against my skin as if it remembered you better than I ever could.
I used to think love was something solid. Something you could hold, something you could keep if you were careful enough, strong enough, good enough. I thought if I loved you with everything I had, you would stay.
I was wrong.
Because love, I learned, is more like the wind.
You cannot see it. You cannot stop it. You cannot ask it to stay.
And yet, you feel it everywhere.
Even now, years later, when the world has changed and I have changed with it, there are days when the wind comes softly through the trees, carrying a whisper that sounds too much like your voice.
