i hate sunflowers
There are people who walk into your life and stay forever. Not because they remain beside you, but because they leave behind a version of yourself that can never be the same again. You were one of those people. Even today, after everything that has changed, I still think of you more often than I wish I did. Not because I am waiting for you to come back. Not because I expect another chance. But because some memories become so deeply woven into your existence that they stop feeling like memories. They simply become a part of who you are. There are days when I see someone wearing the same shade of nail polish you used to wear, and for a fraction of a second, my heart forgets reality. It genuinely feels as though you've just walked past me. Sometimes I pass a sunflower, and instead of admiring its beauty, I remember the way your eyes would light up whenever you saw one. There are roads I avoid, cafés I silently remember, songs I no longer play, and places that still carry pieces of co...