Maybe

There are things I could never explain properly, no matter how many words I used. Like the comfort of seeing your name appear, the strange happiness that comes from sharing something small with you, or the feeling that certain moments become more meaningful simply because you were there. Maybe I will never find the perfect words for everything you mean to me, and maybe I don’t need to. Some feelings are too personal to be explained; they are meant to be felt, remembered, and carried quietly. And if I had to choose one thing to keep from everything we’ve shared, I would choose the feeling of knowing that, for a while, we made the world feel a little smaller for each other.