I thought I had moved on, but some nights I still check their old messages, re-reading moments that no longer belong to me. It’s strange how memories can hurt more than reality. I know they’re gone, living their life somewhere else, but a part of me is still stuck in the time when we were “us.” People say time heals everything — maybe they’re right. But what they don’t tell you is that some wounds don’t heal; they just learn to live quietly inside you.