We don’t stop loving someone when they’re gone.

Love doesn’t care about time and space.

We can love them from distance.

Love them and miss them from distance.

Because the only distance that love cares about is the distance to our heart.

And when we love, it doesn’t matter that we cannot see them, touch them, smell them.

We can feel them.

There, in that heartbeat.

In that space between two breaths.

In the memory that is kept in our bodies.

Maybe they are not here.

But they are present.

Alive.

Always with us because the love for them stretched our hearts.

And the stretch marks are still there even when they are not.

And maybe that’s what love truly is:

Not the possession, not the presence, not the daily rituals we cling to,

But the way someone lives inside us, even when they’re no longer beside us.

The way we still turn toward them in our thoughts.

The way a song, a smell, a sunset brings them near again.

The way grief becomes tenderness.

And absence becomes a quiet kind of reverence.

We don’t have to let go of love to move forward.

We just learn to carry it differently.

Not in our hands, but in our breath.

Not in the future we planned, but in the life we’re still living,

a life shaped by the way they changed us.

Love doesn’t end.

It softens.

It deepens.

It becomes part of our roots.

And we become more human because of it.

So if today you miss someone who is no longer here,

Let that missing be a bridge, not a wound.

Let your tears be sacred.

Let your heart stay open.

Because even in the distance,

Love remains.

Always.

May you remember:

The love you carry is real.

The bond still breathes inside you.

And nothing, no absence, no silence, no ending, can take that away.

With love,🤍

Aniela

www.mindfultherapist.us

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