Sometimes, what we love most doesn’t stay with us in the way we wish. People leave, moments pass, chapters close. But maybe “gone” doesn’t mean “lost.” 💭
Maybe what we love just moves — from the world around us to the heart within us. The laughter, the lessons, the warmth — they don’t vanish. They live quietly inside, shaping who we become. ❤️
Nothing you’ve truly loved is ever really gone. It just changes form.
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