It’s been only three months, yet it feels like a lifetime—like you were never really 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 heavy sadness.

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

I’ve been absorbed in my own life—wrapped up in material distractions, health challenges, 

and the day-to-day struggles of living. 

In focusing on myself, I realized that time has softened the edges of the past. 

My life feels fuller, though in a different way. 

It’s strange how life goes on, even when a chapter ends.