known it, lost it, and yet still choose to carry its weight. Strength is not in pride or distance, but in the quiet surrender of the heart, in the choice to hold on even when the hands are empty. To love is not to possess, nor to demand, but to accept—whether in presence or in absence. The truest connections are not measured by time, but by the way they carve themselves into the essence of who we become. And perhaps, the deepest form of love is not being remembered, but being unchanged by forgetting.