Where Love Heals

A picture never changes.
It freezes a moment, a smile, a touch,
even when the people in it move on.

I have always feared getting lost in someone else’s life,
fearful of showing happiness,
fearful of letting go,
fearful of being broken.

And yet, we share pieces of ourselves anyway.
Hands held, hearts open,
moments captured in light and shadow.
And sometimes… suddenly, they are gone.
A hand slips away, a laugh fades,
and all that remains
is a stack of photographs
reminding me of what was real,
what we once dreamed together.

It ended because it had to.
I left because it was time to walk forward,
to find myself again.
I am happier now—
truly, fully alive.

But there are days when the world whispers our story back to me.
A fleeting reminder,
a soft echo of your presence.
And for a moment, it matters—
because you held me through one of the hardest times,
and I learned the strength it takes
to finally let go.

Now all that remains
are memories, tender and luminous,
a dream that once belonged to both of us.
And I carry it with gratitude,
not with regret.

JMS