@justimagine 30 August 2025 more from that month

"To My First Love or perhaps.... First Heartbreak" Dear first love- or maybe I should say first heartbreak. I don't know if these words will ever find you or you will ever care to read them. But tonight I write because silence has been too heavy to carry. It feels like placing a message inside a bottle and casting it into the ocean, knowing it may never reach the shore where you stand. I still think about you. Not as the lover who left me, but as a friend that I lost. As the one who cared for me in every situation. You were my comfort, my late-night laughter, my safe place. Even now, when your memories drift into my thoughts, it brings smile before it brings pain. I can still feel the echoes of our long calls, the warmth of your words, and remember the quiet safety of knowing you were there. But then-you left. I don't know why. I tried to reach you, to open every door I could, but each one stayed closed. Or maybe..... you closed them yourself. I still remember our last conversation. You wanted to visit the mountains. I asked you not to, and you said *okay*. That was the last time I heard from you. After that, nothing but silence. Sometimes I wonder-were you angry that I said no? Or was there something deeper, something you never wanted to share? I'll never know. You vanished without a reason, without a goodbye-like a star fading into the dawn, like a coin slipping into the sea, lost forever in depths. It has been years. The world has changed. I have changed, but one thing still hasn't-that I still care. I still wonder if you are safe, if you are happy. And maybe, if these words could ever find you, I would ask nothing more than a whisper back-just to know you are okay. Because some part of me is still waiting. Your friend or maybe... love. **Sometimes, you are not destined to get some answers and you have to learn to live with them.** **Your author**