“Ex?”
No… that word is too small for what you are to me.
You were never my past, never a mistake, never something I needed to undo.
You were the chapter I reread in my mind — the one that still feels warm even when it hurts.
The proof that love can bloom and break in the same heartbeat.
The quiet truth I carried even when everything else went loud.
Your absence still echoes louder than your presence ever did.
And there are days when that echo feels like it remembers me better than you do.
We’re nothing now — not lovers, not strangers… just two souls who once fit perfectly, now walking in different directions like the universe forgot to place us side by side.
And maybe you aren’t mine anymore.
But some people don’t leave.
They just stop staying.
You became that kind of memory for me — not an ex, not a wound, not a regret… but a breath I learned to take differently.
The kind that still warms, still aches, still knows its way around my chest without asking.
And maybe that’s what you’ll always be — not the ending, but the quiet place inside my heart that still remembers how it felt to love you gently.
— kim 🌙