I kept holding on to the memories, thinking maybe one day you'd look at me the way I looked at you. But some people leave without saying goodbye. They stay in your mind, in your favorite songs, in the quiet moments before sleep lingering long after they're gone. And maybe that's what hurts the most: not that I lost you, but that a part of me is still waiting for something that was never coming back. Some songs end. Some echoes don't. Funny how some people leave, yet never really leave. cranberries ☕