I remember that night like a quiet ache I can’t shake off, the kind that lingers even when everything else moves on. You were there, but not really with me your eyes distant, like you were already saying goodbye without the words. I didn’t understand it then, just felt this heavy sadness I couldn’t explain. “Why does it feel like I’m losing you even when you’re right here?” I asked, barely above a whisper, afraid of the answer I might get. You didn’t say much, and somehow that silence said everything. Now all I have left is that feeling, like something slipped through my hands without me realizing it was the last time.