Months later, a man began visiting for coffee, thoughtful and present, helping me carry forward without replacing the past. He even brought a new blue robe, a quiet symbol of care.
I keep writing—tweets, letters, stories—for him, for me, and for anyone who needs to believe that love doesn’t vanish. Love isn’t always loud, but it echoes, steady and true.
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