It’s been just three months, yet it feels like a lifetime—as if you were never truly a part of my world.

What surprises me most is how little I’ve missed you, especially compared to last year.

There’s been no overwhelming pain, no lingering sadness.

It’s been easier than I expected, and far less difficult than I imagined.

I’ve been immersed in my own life—caught up in material distractions, health challenges, and the everyday struggles of simply living.

In focusing on myself, I’ve realized how time has softened the edges of the past.

My life feels fuller now, though in a different way.

It’s strange how life moves forward, even when a chapter comes to an end.